Helen-with-an-A

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MASTERLIST

Hi, my lovely. I'm Helen-with-an-a (feel free to call me H) and this is my Masterlist.

Here are:

My WIPs.

My 2026 Release Schedule

I also have a Woso Art Instagram account if you would like to see some other stuff too. Here is an example of some art.

Requests are always welcome 🩷🩷

Thank you so much if you request something - I really appreciate anyone who wants me to write an idea for them 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 If you’re unsure if I write for the player but have an idea/request for them - send it in anyway and I’ll respond if I don’t write for them 💕💕 I don’t feel comfortable writing for player x player unless there is a reader element to it (e.g., it’s a platonic story but a couple are together if that makes sense) - so please do not request something like that

Arsenal Women

Ona Batlle

Mariona Caldentey

Kyra Cooney-Cross

Viv Meidema

Misa Rodríguez

Alessia Russo

Georgia Stanway

Leah Williamson

Barça Femení

Ona Batlle

Aitana Bonmatí

Lucy Bronze

Mariona Caldentey

Cata Coll

Ingrid Engen

Patri Guijarro

Mapí León

Kika Nazareth

Alexia Putellas

Keira Walsh

Madgalena Eriksson

Lena Oberdorf

Georgia Stanway

Lucy Bronze

Niamh Charles

Jessie Fleming

Keira Walsh

Lucy Bronze

Niamh Charles

Grace Clinton

Maya Le Tissier

Alessia Russo

Georgia Stanway

Keira Walsh

Leah Williamson

Ona Batlle

Aitana Bonmatí

Mariona Caldentey

Cata Coll

Patri Guijarro

Mapí León

Alexia Putellas

Misa Rodríguez

If you are looking for some more stuff to read, here are some woso writers that I recommend

I hope you enjoy my little corner of the internet :)

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missing the nice smut from the beautiful girl series, any inspiration at the moment?

Hello, my lovely. Funny you should say that actually. I am literally just writing a Beautiful Girl smut called Captain O’ Captain. I’m hoping for it to be out on Tuesday? Maybe? No guarantees though.

But, sneak peak below the cut:

TWs: smut, 18+, dirty talk

“C’mon, beautiful girl.” You dropped your voice teasingly. “Tell me what you want me to do.” You kissed the corner of her mouth. “There’s no one around, baby.” You gestured to the wide vast blue emptiness surrounding you.

“I could finger you,” you traced a delicate finger along her collarbone. “I could suck on your pretty little clit.” You mapped a line in between her tits. “I know you love when I do that. You cum so quickly when I suck just right and use my fingers to make you see stars.” You pinched her nipple lightly. You laughed almost cruelly as she cried out.

“Orrrr,” you drew out the word as if you were reconsidering something. “Or, I could make you watch as I finger myself.” You danced along her rib cage. Alexia felt the world get even hotter. “Brats don’t deserve to cum, do they, baby?” You traced along her hipbone. “Maybe, I could sit on your face.” You snapped at the waistband of Alexia’s ruined bottoms. “Or are you too much of a pillow princess for that?”

Alexia gasped, the sound turning into a half moan as you lowered yourself over her body. “‘M not a pillow princess.” Alexia pouted.

“No?” You kissed her deeply, reaching down to cup her over the fabric. She bucked her hips into your hand. “You’re not a pillow princess, are you, baby? You love making me cum, don’t you.” You whispered against her lips. “You love when I make a mess because of you. When I scream your name. When I cum for you.” Alexia panted, you words echoing in her head as she tried to form a single thought.

“Do you want that, baby?” You teased. “Do you want me to cum for you?” Alexia ground her hips against your hand again. “I think you do.” You laughed. “I know I said you were a spoilt little brat who likes to pretend she absolutely hates when she gets called a queen but …” your voice trailed off. “I think I’ll take my place on my throne.”

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Hi, my lovelies. Here is another part of the Kiss Me series. Each one is with a different player and about a different type of kiss. I hope you enjoy.

I Missed You

Lucy Bronze x Reader

Description: Lucy comes to pick you up from the airport.

Kiss Me masterlist

Heathrow was mercifully quiet. Whether it was the time or the particular day you weren’t too sure, but you weren’t complaining that the lines were significantly shorter than you had been expecting. The usual hum of chaos felt muted, like someone had turned the volume down on the world. Suitcases still rattled over tiled floors, announcements still echoed overhead, but everything seemed softer somehow, less urgent. It gave you space to breathe, to think (though thinking was exactly what you’d been trying not to do for most of the flight).

You watched on your map as the little blue dot that signified you moved closer and closer to the green pinprick. Each step felt lighter than the last. You hadn’t realised just how tightly wound you’d been until now, until the distance between you and her shrank into mere metres.

Lucy was exactly where you expected her to be, underneath the Arrivals sign, leaning against the pillar, two coffees in a cardboard holder. She looked so … normal. Like she hadn’t spent days existing in your absence, like she hadn’t been reduced to a voice through your phone speaker and a name lighting up your screen. She was real, solid, right there.

You physically felt weight lift from your shoulders. Weight you didn’t even know was there until it was gone. Your chest loosened, your breathing deepened, and for a moment you just stood there, taking her in. The familiar slope of her shoulders, the way her hair fell slightly messier than usual, like she’d run her hands through it too many times. She looked up, as if sensing you before she even saw you, and when her eyes found yours, everything else blurred into the background.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Lucy’s voice was soft and sweet. You melted.

“Hello, Luce.”

Lucy threw one arm around your shoulders, tucking you into her side like it was the most natural thing in the world, like you’d never been apart at all. The coffee carrier shifted slightly in her other hand, but she didn’t seem to care.

She smelled like cherries and that smell that was uniquely her; warm and comforting and so deeply familiar it made something in your chest ache. You leaned into it without thinking, pressing closer, grounding yourself in her presence.

“Missed you,” you muttered, lips brushing against the fabric of her hoodie.

Her arm tightened around you, just slightly, but enough for you to notice. Enough for you to feel it.

“How was the flight?” she asked when you pulled back, her eyes scanning your face like she was checking for something. Tiredness, maybe, or reassurance that you were really here.

“Ok,” you shrugged. “There was a service dog on the flight and it reminded me of Narla.” You pouted, the image of the small white dog flashing in your mind, her soft fur, the way she would curl up against you without asking.

Lucy’s expression softened instantly. “She’ll be so excited to see you.” She smiled, her eyes locked on your lips like she was trying not to be too obvious about it.

“Not as excited as I am.”

“Sometimes I think you miss her more than you miss me.”

“Eh, don’t take it personally.” You teased, the corner of your mouth lifting.

Lucy narrowed her eyes at you, though there was no real heat behind it. “Kiss me and I’ll forget all about it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Her lips were soft and gentle against your own, warm and familiar in a way that made your stomach flip despite yourself. The kiss wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate, it was something slower, something deliberate. Like she was reminding herself of you, reacquainting herself with something she’d missed just as much as you had.

Your hand came up instinctively, fingers brushing against the side of her neck, feeling the steady pulse beneath her skin. She leaned into it, just slightly, her breath catching for a fraction of a second before settling again.

When you pulled back, neither of you moved very far. Your foreheads hovered close, your noses almost brushing.

“Hi,” she murmured, softer this time.

“Hi.”

There was a moment where neither of you said anything. You just looked at each other, taking in the details you couldn’t quite capture over video calls. The tiny freckle near her jaw, the faint crease between her brows, the way her eyes crinkled just slightly when she smiled.

Lucy cleared her throat eventually, though she didn’t step away. “I got you your usual,” she said, lifting the coffee carrier slightly.

“You’re actually perfect.”

“I know.”

You huffed out a quiet laugh, taking one of the cups from her. The warmth seeped into your hands instantly, grounding you further. Everything about this moment felt like slipping back into something you hadn’t realised you’d been missing so deeply.

“Come on,” she nudged gently. “Let’s get you out of here.”

You fell into step beside her easily, your shoulder brushing against hers as you walked. The airport didn’t seem quite as quiet anymore, but it didn’t matter. Your focus had narrowed entirely to her; to the way her hand occasionally bumped yours, like she was debating whether to take it or not.

You made the decision for her.

Your fingers slipped into hers, threading together naturally, like they’d been waiting to do it all day. She glanced down briefly, a small smile tugging at her lips before she squeezed your hand.

“Missed this,” she admitted.

“Yeah?” you glanced at her.

“Yeah.” She paused for a second. “Missed you.”

The sincerity in her voice made something in your chest tighten, in a good way. You squeezed her hand back.

“Good,” you said lightly. “Because I missed you more.”

“That’s definitely not true.”

“It is actually. I kept count.”

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, here I am. Still your favourite person.”

She didn’t argue with that. Instead, she just glanced at you again, her expression softening in that way that always made your stomach flip.

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “You are.”

The walk to the car felt shorter than it should have, like time had decided to speed up just to spite you. One moment you were weaving through the terminal, the next you were stepping out into the cool air, the faint smell of rain lingering.

Lucy’s car was parked not too far away. She unlocked it with a quick click, dropping her coffee into the holder before moving to open the boot for your bag.

“I’ve got it,” you protested half-heartedly.

“I know,” she said, already lifting it out of your hands anyway. “But let me.”

You watched her for a moment, the easy way she moved, the familiarity of it all. It settled something in you, something that had been restless for days.

When she closed the boot, she looked at you again, tilting her head slightly. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said, though your smile gave you away.

She stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her again. “You’re staring.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Obviously not,” she said, a hint of a grin tugging at her lips. “I am very attractive.”

You rolled your eyes, but your hand came up to tug lightly at the sleeve of her hoodie anyway. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You leaned in, pressing another quick kiss to her lips. Shorter this time, but no less warm.

“Gladly.”

She hummed softly against your mouth before pulling back, her hand briefly brushing against your cheek. “Come on,” she said again, softer this time. “Let’s go home.”

Home.

The word settled somewhere deep in your chest, warm and steady. And as you slid into the passenger seat, watching her circle around to the driver’s side, you realised that for the first time in a while, everything felt exactly where it was supposed to be.

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Walking through the shopping centre to see a Satisfyer Pro mascot ??? Iconic ngl

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Omg Ellie kildunne is my latest obsession so Woso x Ellie kildunne is elite

Hi my lovelies. So I love this and I also love Ellie Kildunne loll. I hope you enjoy

Fun and Games

Ellie Kildunne x Williamson!Reader ; Leah Williamson x sister!Reader

Description: you and your girlfriend decide it would be fun to play a little game on your sister.

“And this is Ellie,” Leah said, extending her hand out to show Ellie off like she was presenting some stranger instead of one of the most dangerous temptations you’d ever met.

You looked up, locking eyes with the curly-haired woman. Those warm, brown eyes widened slightly before she smiled - soft, knowing, already amused.

“You’ve met before, right?” Leah added, oblivious as always when she thought she was being perceptive.

“Once or twice,” you agreed, giggling under your breath as Ellie extended her hand to you. You took it, trying not to react (failing miserably) as she squeezed your fingers three times.The signal.

Her signal. Her I missed you.

“Bub, c’mon, it’ll be fun.” Ellie’s voice had been syrupy sweet in your ear, her arms around your waist as she tried to convince you to join in on the little plan she and Leah had cooked up.

You couldn’t deny it, the idea of being in a room with both of them, pretending like nothing was happening, watching Ellie steal glances and smirks at you, well, that did sound fun in a twisted way.

“To be fair, I have no idea how she hasn’t clocked on yet,” you’d muttered, leaning into Ellie. You weren’t exactly private with the fact you were dating someone. Your sister knew you were seeing a woman. Knew she was relatively known. Knew you wanted to keep it quiet until you were both ready.

But honestly? You’d assumed Leah would have shown more interest. Maybe asked a question beyond “Are they nice?” or “Do they treat you well?” The classic older sister stuff.

Instead, Leah had treated the whole thing like you’d told her you’d bought a new pair of trainers.

“So, is that a yes?” Ellie had asked then, pressing a lazy kiss to your collarbone.

“Who am I to deny my pretty girl, hm?” you’d answered, brushing a curl from her forehead before she squealed and wrapped you tighter in her arms.

You’d laughed, helpless for her.

Now here you were, trapped in the world’s most boring, stuffy awards-hall, watching your sister schmooze and charm every important person in arm’s reach while you sipped a drink and attempted to stay awake.

The room was hot, overcrowded, and didn’t have nearly enough chairs, probably some metaphor about women’s sports and resources if you cared enough to pay attention. But mostly, you were just annoyed you weren’t horizontal on the sofa, Ellie starfished across your body while some stupid show played unwatched in the background.

Instead, you’d been dragged along by Leah, who was collecting yet another award. You loved her, obviously. But love didn’t make formal events any less mind-numbing.

“So,” Leah said casually, which immediately meant she was prying. “How’s your day been?”

“I spent my day with you, Le. You know how my day’s been.” You raised an eyebrow, sipping your drink pointedly.

“I also know you’ve been glued to your phone. And-”

“Hello again.” Ellie’s soft Yorkshire accent cut in, a melodic interruption that practically vibrated down your spine.

“Hi.” You bit back a smile as the familiar warm hand ghosted across your lower back.

“I was going to ask if you want a drink, but I can see you already have one.” Ellie’s attempt at subtle flirting was laughably transparent. You raised your eyebrow, gave her a slow once-over and drained your drink in one go.

“I could do for another,” you said lightly, tipping your head as you looked at her.

Your gaze scanned along her body - shameless, approving. She was wearing the simple black suit she’d shown you earlier in the week, the one you’d spent far too long running your hands over, admiring the tailoring on her in a way that had nothing to do with fashion.

“Bub,” Ellie giggled later, her head dropping back when you pressed your lips along her neck.

“Hmmm?” you murmured into her warm skin, your teeth grazing lightly.

She let out another breathy laugh as your hands traced the lines of her blazer. “I take it you like it?”

“Like it?” You pulled back to look at her properly. “Try love.”

Your hand came up to cup her jaw, holding her still as you kissed her hard enough that she made a tiny, needy sound you’d replay in your mind for days.

She looked incredible. The blazer, the matching trousers, the cropped top beneath that showed the upper lines of her abs. She looked strong, confident, devastatingly attractive.

“Shame I won’t get to touch what’s mine on the actual night,” you whispered, brushing another quick kiss at the corner of her mouth.

She rolled her eyes, though it did little to hide her smile before she pulled you in again.

“What are you doing?” Leah hissed suddenly in your ear, grabbing your elbow with big-sister authority and yanking you away from the bar.

You stumbled, laughing under your breath. It had been an hour or so now, and you’d stopped bothering to hide anything. A wandering hand here, a wink there, a comment that definitely would’ve been flagged by a film rating board.

“What do you mean?” you asked, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face.

“You’re outwardly flirting with Ellie.”

“Am I?”

Your perfected innocent look was unmatched. Being the youngest Williamson always helped - you’d mastered the puppy-dog eyes long ago.

“Yes!” Leah whisper-snapped.

“Oh.” You shrugged, giving her a tiny smile, because winding up your sister was practically a sport.

“Oh?” Leah shook her head, running her hand through her hair like she couldn’t quite believe you. “You’re flirting. With someone I know has a girlfriend. And as someone with a girlfriend, I don’t think you should be doing that.”

You shrugged again because you knew exactly how to push every button she had.

Behind her, Ellie looked delighted, like she’d been waiting weeks for this precise moment.

“Hey, s-Ellie?” you called over Leah’s shoulder, her name tasting strange when you said it. “Can I get your number?”

“Sure.” Ellie’s grin widened behind Leah, her expression an absolute menace.

Leah spun around, glaring between you both. “Seriously?”

Ellie blinked, masking her smirk. “What? She asked nicely.”

Leah stared her down. “You have a girlfriend.”

“I do,” Ellie said cheerfully. “A very jealous one. Super beautiful. You’d like her.”

You coughed into your hand to hide your laugh.

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose. “You two are impossible.”

Ellie raised her brows, feigning innocence. “What’d I do?”

“You … both of you … stop being weird,” Leah ordered, then pointed a finger at you. “And stop trying to steal someone’s girlfriend.”

You hummed, leaning casually against the wall. “Good thing I’m not stealing her then.”

Leah narrowed her eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Ellie bit her bottom lip, looking like she was fighting for her life not to explode into laughter.

“It means,” you said slowly, savoring the dramatic pause, “that maybe your information is a little out of date.”

Leah frowned. “What? No. I literally just saw Ellie with her girlfriend last month. Fans took pictures!”

Ellie winced. “About that…”

“That was me,” you cut in.

Silence.

Leah blinked once. Then twice.Then again, as if her brain needed to reboot.

“That-w-no-what?” Her voice pitched up half an octave. “That’s not-no. She had different hair.”

“I cut it,” you reminded her.

“She had different clothes!”

“Elle steals your clothes all the time,” you pointed out.

“And she wasn’t … you weren’t… oh my god.” Leah dragged her hands down her face. “The two of you were standing right next to each other. You think I don’t know what my own sister looks like?”

Ellie shrugged. “In your defense, she had a hat on. And sunglasses.”

“And a scarf, and my jacket,” you added.

“WHY?” Leah practically yelped.

“We weren’t official yet,” Ellie said with a sheepish grin. “Didn’t want the cameras catching anything too soon.”

“So you disguised her, badly, so you could kiss in public like a pair of teenagers?”

“Worked, didn’t it?” you said.

Leah stared between you both again, eyes wide with horrified understanding. “I cannot believe this. I introduced you two like you’d never met!”

Ellie snorted. “You did look very proud of yourself.”

“Oh my GOD.” Leah threw her hands up. “I’m leaving. I’m going to get a drink. And maybe scream.”

She stormed off, muttering something about needing new sisters and friends who weren’t deranged.

As soon as she was gone, Ellie pressed against your side, her shoulder bumping yours. “You’re evil.”

“Me?” You tilted your head innocently. “You’re the one who suggested we mess with her.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually flirt with me in front of her!”

“You didn’t seem to mind.”

She grinned. “I really didn’t.”

You leaned into her, lowering your voice. “You have a terrible poker face.”

“I know.” Ellie looped her pinky around yours, subtle and hidden between your bodies. “But I’m very good at loving you.”

Your breath caught, not the first time she’d said it, but the first time she said it while grinning like you hung the stars.

You nudged her playfully. “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to get mushy.”

“Please do. I love when you get mushy.” She rocked onto her heels, excited. “Now come on. Leah’s already suffered enough. Let’s go rescue her.”

You laughed, letting her tug you back toward the crowd.

Leah spotted you two approaching and groaned dramatically. “No. Absolutely not. Stay away.”

You melted instantly. “Leeeaaaah,” you whined.

“Don’t whine at me,” Leah said, pointing at her like a stern teacher. “You’re in trouble.”

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Intimacy - part 7

☆ Summary: Being Barça's newest signing is the easy part. The real challenge is letting someone get close. With Alexia, things quickly turn physical, and while you have no problem taking control, letting yourself be seen is a different story. But Alexia isn't used to being kept at a distance.

☆ Word Count: 6.6k

☆ Warnings: Ale's very babygirl • reader is grumpy • golden retriever and black cat vibes • Ale's on her period • literally just vibes no plot.

☆ A/n: Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! <3333 This is, once again, a direct continuation from where we left off.

Part 6 here

The day had been horrible. 

Mostly because it had begun so well and unravelled so badly, and even though it was only five in the afternoon, you were certain it wouldn't get any better from here.

Cuddling with Alexia in the morning had been wonderful, even if it had terrified you a little bit. Having sex with her was amazing; that part wasn't the problem at all, even if it had made you both late to breakfast. Watching Alexia shower afterwards had been honestly a divine experience, even if you were in a rush and couldn't fully enjoy the view. 

But then came the soreness, the ibuprofen, and that rather cryptic phrase she had said in the hotel room, the one you still hadn't quite worked out what to do with.

"You have to decide, torito. Your rules. If they still apply or not."

You sighed, shifting against the brick wall of the stadium park. You hadn't known how to process her words then, and you certainly didn't now. Instead, you had done what you always did and disappeared into your own head. 

The air was cold around you, while the setting sun washed the Sevilla sky in shades of pink and orange. You took a deep breath, but Alexia filled your thoughts the same way the ocean filled the lungs of unsuspecting swimmers – burning from the inside out, starving every cell of oxygen before leaving them to die an agonising death. 

The asphyxiating overthinking was precisely why you had needed thirty minutes to change after the final whistle. You had needed space away from the mistake you had made on the pitch, away from Alexia snapping at you, away from Patri and Kika's gentleness, away from the dangerous voice screaming in your head that Alexia detested you now.

And look where that logic had got you... Getting called out for letting Kika hug you, watching Alexia admit her jealousy with trembling lips before she kissed the top of your head and walked away, leaving you alone.

You wondered if she had done that to process everything that had happened.

"I do notice," her voice echoed in your brain. "When you're not there."

You closed your eyes, but instead of seeing Alexia, you saw the same image behind your eyelids for what felt like the sixteenth or seventeenth time since the final whistle.

The stupid (tiny!) gap you left right in front of the box. The Sevilla girl running. The goal that sealed the defeat.

Now, as you stood in the stadium car park watching a mechanic inspect the underside of the team bus, the scoreboard that no longer existed anywhere except the back of your mind still glowed one-nil. The old voice that you had spent months gradually learning to argue with had found its footing again after the match, and it showed no sign of leaving. 

You don't belong at a club like this. The voice was so calm and certain and fucking annoying. Today just reminded everyone.

You knew it wasn't true. You knew the voice in your head wasn't always right, that you shouldn't trust it, but it didn't matter. The thought had already dug its roots in deep, and it was going to require an exhausting amount of mental energy to pull it back out, perhaps days.

A loud and metallic sound snapped you back to the reality of the car park. You looked up just in time to see the mechanic lift an important-looking piece of metal that you were pretty sure wasn't meant to come out of the engine… but not that you were an expert in buses or anything.

The bus back to Barcelona had broken down right outside of the stadium after everyone had already climbed aboard. The plan had been to head back home right after the game; that was why everyone had packed their bags, but it seemed like a change of plans would be necessary. 

Marta, sitting near the front of the bus, had overheard the driver complaining about something and passed the news to Caro, who leaned across the aisle to tell Esmee. Within about thirty seconds, the information had spread through the entire bus in a broken-telephone manner. Which meant everyone had to haul their (heavy!) belongings back off the bus and out into the cool evening despite having spent ninety minutes running and fighting on the pitch. Unsurprisingly, everyone was tired and not particularly pleased with the situation.

"We broke down?" Ona asked, a childlike pout forming on her face. 

"We broke down," Marta confirmed.

"Yeah, of course we did,"  you muttered under your breath. This occurrence was so fitting for a day like today, almost poetic.

Pere appeared from the front of the bus, phone pressed to his ear, wearing the expression of a man who had already mentally checked out for the day hours ago and was operating on nothing but professional obligation. He held up a hand for quiet, finished his call, and looked over at the team.

"The bus is staying here tonight," he said. "And so are we. They can't fix it until tomorrow morning, so we have to go back to the hotel."

A beat of silence fell over the team.

"So… the hotel here in Sevilla," Vicky asked slowly, processing the news. "The one we just checked out of?"

"Yes."

"And we're staying another night…?" She continued 

"Yes."

"That's good, actually," Cata chimed in. "I forgot my good shoes in the hotel gym..."

"This whole trip is so horrible," Syd sighed. Her headphones were resting around her neck, spilling out a song far too melancholy for this situation.

"Maybe it's your fault," Clara said in a bored voice, her arms crossed over her chest. "Your horoscope was predicting all kinds of bad things, and we still agreed to let you come with us."

"Agree to let me come?!" Sydney shot back, exasperated. "It's not like I can just skip a match because my sun sign happens to be in a terrible position!"

"Yeah, yeah, but–"

"Enough," Alexia's voice cut through the air. "Both of you. Quiet."

They fell instantly quiet, and so did everyone else.

"Oh," Vicky said in a hushed whisper, nudging Kika's side. "Capi's mad.

And so… they waited. And waited.

The mechanic was still beneath the broken-down bus, poking and prodding while everyone waited for ubers. Needless to say, the whole squad was scattered in various forms of shared misery.

Cata was sitting on her travel bag with her headphones in, looking like she very much did not want to be bothered. The younger girls, meanwhile, had clustered around Alexia, the way they always did when something went wrong on a game day.

It was almost endearing from a distance. 

Alexia was visibly grumpy, yet as though drawn by some collective gravitational pull, the kids had gathered around her anyway. Aicha was perched on the low wall beside her, Vicky on her other side, Clara nearby, and Syd hovered just behind.

All of them were talking nonstop and overlapping each other, clearly discussing anything and everything unrelated to football just to distract themselves, or maybe distract Alexia. They didn't like it when she was in one of her so-called moods. 

At one point, Alexia muttered something short and dry, and the girls immediately laughed. Alexia looked faintly pained by how easily she had made them laugh when she was trying so hard to be unavailable and intimidating. 

You watched as she pressed her face briefly into her hands before looking up again. She was, you realised, trying very hard to project the image of a captain who was perfectly fine, the untouchable leader who certainly wasn't eating herself alive over the defeat.

Patri was right; Alexia was extremely competitive, far too hard on herself. 

A few meters away, Kika, Patri and Esmee were leaning against the side of the bus, sharing a bag of salty snacks.

"Look at her," Kika whispered, putting a chip into her mouth and motioning toward Alexia with her chin. "Ale looks like a stressed-out mother duck whose ducklings won't stop misbehaving."

"Do not let her hear you say that," Patri said teasingly. "She's five seconds away from making them run drills around the car park just to get some peace of mind."

Esmee shrugged. "That's totally on her, though. I bet she can't sleep until she's convinced every new blaugrana kid feels welcome… and then they grow attached to her."

"Like leeches," Kika said, watching Vicky shove a phone right in Alexia's face while Clara rested her head on Alexia's shoulder, eating a bag of biscuits and letting crumbs fall all over the captain's shirt.

"Like leeches," Patri agreed. "Very annoying leeches."

"She's miserable," Esmee added as Syd set up her phone to film a tiktok, making sure Alexia was unmistakably right in the middle of the frame. The catalan rolled her eyes, shushing Syd and shooing the phone away.

"Nah," Kika countered. "She's right where she wants to be."

Then their attention shifted to you instead.

Patri held up a hand to wave you over. Urgh, more socialisation, but you went over anyway. 

"Hi," you said drily, though you didn't hesitate to accept the chips Patri offered.

"Still upset?" Esmee asked nonchalantly.

"No," you lied.

Patri chuckled. "Yeah, right. You look like a puppy that's just been kicked out of its home, but of course you aren't upset."

"We'll recover from the loss, amiga!" Kika said cheerfully. "Don't worry about it–"

"I'm not upset about the game," you interrupted. It was a half-truth.

"What are you upset about, then?" Esmee pressed.

"Nothing," you said quickly, instantly regretting opening your mouth.

Patri and Kika shared a smirk "Let me guess," Patri began. "Problems in paradise?"

You glared at her. "There is no problem."

"Oh, but there is a paradise?" Patri teased back.

"This is exactly why I don't talk to you people," you grumbled, taking another chip.

"You are awfully private," Kika said dramatically, rolling her eyes. "That's soo rude! I literally tell people everything."

"That's kind of a problem on its own," Esmee murmured.

"Don't try to defend her," Kika shot back. "You two are way too alike. Why did we only find out you were dating on your three-month anniversary?!"

"Because I wasn't dating any of you," Esmee deadpanned.

Kika nudged Patri. "Can you help me out here?"

Patri chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Chica, you won't get any information out of Y/n or Esmee by asking. You have to observe."

You stood there stone-faced as they continued to analyse your supposed love life as if you weren't standing right in front of them. You took that as a clue to step back from their circle.

Your eyes drifted across the car park back to Alexia. You looked away before she could catch you staring, though deep down, a part of you wanted her to see you. You were used to hiding; it felt safe, but with Alexia, you wanted to be perceived. 

Yet she didn't look up; she turned to her phone instead. 

It is a joy to be hidden and a disaster not to be found.

Her uber notification must have come through, because she checked her phone and tapped the screen (rather aggressively) before looking around the car park. Her warm, honey-coloured eyes found yours.

She stepped away from her ducklings, who were practically breathing down her neck and walked the small distance between you.

"Hey," Alexia murmured, keeping her voice down so only you could hear as she held up her phone to show the app. "You're coming with me, right?"

You looked at the screen, then glanced past her. The kids were already lingering a few steps behind her, pretending they didn't care while obviously waiting for her to decide who was getting in her uber.

They were praying for a spot in the car. Cute. They really did admire Alexia like an older sister. 

"I don't think there's space," you said, gesturing to the situation with a tilt of your chin.

Alexia glanced over her shoulder quickly, assessed the kids, and turned back to you. 

"We'll meet at the hotel then," she said simply.

And that was it.

She turned, and without a single word, the girls simply followed, falling into step behind her in a loose cluster, their voices already rising in volume around her. Aicha said something that made two of them laugh, and even Alexia smiled a bit. She could pretend to be grumpy, but those girls were her ultimate weakness; she could never keep it up for long. 

You looked down at your own phone; your uber was four minutes away.

Another night in the hotel room, you thought. Another night with Alexia… maybe? 

You shook your head, trying to clear your mind. You shouldn't be thinking about this right now.

She seemed alright with you again – she had just told you she would meet you at the hotel, right? But what exactly does "meeting at the hotel" mean? Sharing a room again? Or going to separate rooms? Had the plumbing issue been fixed? Should you be asking to stay with Kika instead? No, better not; Alexia would have an aneurysm… So, maybe Esmee?

Patri couldn't fit in your uber ride, so she stayed behind to catch the next one with Cata and Pina. That left you sandwiched between Kika and Esmee in the backseat for the entire twenty-three-minute drive, during which Kika could not, for the life of her, shut the hell up.

By the time the car finally pulled up outside of the hotel, Kika had told so, soo many terrible jokes, and Esmee had rolled her eyes at every single one of them.

When you walked into the hotel, the first thing you noticed was how much quieter the lobby was compared to that morning. A few of your teammates were visible through the restaurant window: Clara and Aicha at a table near the back, Aitana sitting with Pajor right beside them, having an early dinner from the look of it. 

You continued to walk until you saw her.  

Alexia was sitting in one of the leather armchairs near the check-in desk; her travel bag was at her feet and her phone in her hand. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her pink lips were set in a pout. She looked composed, but tired. You wanted to cover her face in soft kisses, to smooth out the exhaustion on her brow.

Alexia looked up the moment you stepped through the doors. Without saying a word, she stood, picked up her bag, and crossed the lobby toward you.

"Vamos?" she said simply. [let's go]

"I have to check in again," you said, looking at the front desk.

"I've already done it for both of us," she said casually. "Come on."

"Oh, alright… yeah," you said, caught slightly off guard by how seamlessly she had handled it.  "Thank you."

You followed her to the lift, and neither of you acknowledged the fact that she had been sitting in the lobby waiting for you when she could have already been upstairs beneath a scalding shower.

She had waited for you, you thought. 

The lift was empty when it arrived at the lobby. You stepped inside, and Alexia pressed the button. You watched the doors close and stood beside her. The silence between you wasn't uncomfortable; it was just filled with exhaustion. The complete "emotional rollercoaster" of the day had drained you both. 

The floor numbers climbed and seemingly did not stop doing so. You were tired. You wanted to sleep, but your brain was already spiralling, waiting for the conversation about the room assignments to come.

Were you sharing again? Well, it was kind of obvious you were…. Unless she had only checked you both in because it was easier? Should you ask for a key to a separate room? Something in your gut told you Alexia would be upset if you did so. 

Before your thoughts could settle, her hand brushed against yours. She didn't take it; her fingertips simply rested against your knuckles for a second.

You loved her warmth, loved how soft her skin felt against you. An ache settled in your bones; it said you didn't deserve to touch her today; you didn't deserve her softness. Still, you didn't pull away.

When the doors opened on your floor. Alexia withdrew her hand and stepped out first. She walked down the hallway with familiarity, stopping in front of the exact same door from this morning. Alexia didn't make a big deal out of it; she just held the door open for you as if sharing space again was the most natural thing in the world.

You dropped your bag beside the bed and sat on the edge of the soft, queen-size mattress. And then, before your rational mind could even register the room, the walls, the mattress beneath you, or Alexia's proximity, the match began again.

It replayed behind your eyelids over and over. You saw every angle of it, every bad decision you made.

Alexia was standing in the middle of the room. She was never one to sit when she was thinking too much about something, so instead, she began moving around the room back and forth, moving from one wall to the other like a broken pendulum. 

"We were too passive after halftime," she said, her voice tight with frustration. "Don't you think?"

"I was out of position," you said to the floor.

"We just weren't pressing them enough in the second half… we weren't coordinated. Everyone was doing their own thing… I should have stepped up sooner and reorganised us."

"I read the run wrong," you muttered, ignoring her analysis to focus on your flaw. "I saw the forward making her move, and I waited a second too long… I never wait too long; I don't know what happened!"

Alexia kept pacing, making you dizzy. "We gave them too much space; they had their whole wings to themselves! What was I thinking when I told Esmee to focus on the centre?"

You ignored Alexia right back, locked in your own mind loop… Neither of you was listening to the other. Alexia kept pacing and pacing while you hadn't even taken your shoes off yet. 

"Honestly, it's all my fault," you said bitterly  "If I had been better positioned, a bit further to the left, that ball might never have reached Cata."

That finally made Alexia stop pacing. She turned to look down at you. "You can't blame yourself for–"

"I watched it back during the drive here," you said. "I was the only one between her and Cata–"

"Which means nine other players on that pitch – myself included – failed before she ever got that close to the goal." Alexia countered.

"But I am the full-back, Ale." Your voice came out flat. "If they score, that's on me. That's my job. That's what I'm here to do, you know? To defend, or well, try to. The game is on me."

Something softened in Alexia's expression, and suddenly she didn't look like a captain trying to comfort a teammate. She looked like… You weren't quite ready to name what she looked like.

"Tori, I was too hard on you," she said, her voice gentle. "I'm sorry."

"No, Ale, it was a fair point, okay?" you said, deflecting immediately. "You don't have to be sorry for–"

"Don't say I was just doing my job," she interrupted. "My job doesn't mean being rude to you."

You tilted your head, analysing her. "You correct other players too," you pointed out. "You don't tell them you are sorry."

She seemed almost confused by her own actions. "I-I, well, I always corrected them, yes, but I'm not half as harsh with them as I was with you…I'm not apologising for the note," she said slowly. "I'm apologising for how I said it. There's a difference."

You opened your mouth, but then closed it. The room felt awfully quiet. You wanted to scream into its void just to break the tension.

"I'm sorry," she repeated.

"I know," you muttered. "Me too."

She looked at the ceiling, then looked at the floor, rubbing her neck.

"I'm the defending midfielder," she said, beginning to vent, "If we don't score, if the press falls apart, if we can't hold possession… that's on me. The whole game is on me," she added, parroting your exact words back.

"Great," you deadpanned. "So we were both terrible at our job, huh?"

"Apparently."

"Wonderful," you said. "Really brilliant. Excellent day's work from both of us."

"Remarkable."

You got up from the mattress and walked past her, going to the window and pulling it open. You breathed in the evening air; it was such lovely weather for such a disaster of a day.  When you turned around a few moments later, Alexia still hadn't sat down. Her arms were crossed.

"I had it," she muttered, pacing again. "We could have the game under control; we knew their pattern… I knew their-"

"You can't track every run perfectly for ninety minutes-" you tried to reason.

"I almost always do," she rolled her eyes. 

"Almost is the word of the day," you said. "Honestly, we were all rubbish today. Stop putting it all on yourself."

"Stop being reasonable," she grumbled. "I just want to be annoyed."

"Then be annoyed."

"I am."

She let herself fall to the bed with a sigh. You wandered over and dropped down beside her, both of you staring up at the cream ceiling. 

"So, we both played badly, we're stuck in this hotel for another night because the bus decided to break down, and it has been a genuinely horrible day."

"Yes," you said simply.

"Good," she said, her side pressing slightly against yours. "So glad we agree on one thing."

"...Were we really just arguing about who failed more?" she continued.

"Yes."

Alexia was about to respond when a knock interrupted her.

Before either of you could even process it, the latch clicked, and the door swung open. In mere seconds, the two of you scrambled up, and by the time the door swung open, you were standing very stiffly near the foot of the bed while Alexia had somehow ended up leaning against the small wooden desk as if she had been there all along doing God knows what.

Vicky stood in the doorway, taking in the room with her sharp, brown eyes. 

"Irene sent me," Vicky announced, completely unfazed by the sudden intrusion she just made, "She said if you don't come down to get something to eat now, Capi, the dining room is going to close,e and you'll have to survive on the vending machine–"

Vicky cut herself off as her eyes shifted from Alexia over to you. She blinked once, her face shining with mischief. 

"--and apparently you too, Y/n," Vicky added, her tone dripping with amusement. "I didn't realise you two were sharing a room again. I thought the plumbing issue got fixed?"

You could feel your face burning under her gaze, your defensive instinct coming up all at once. 

Alexia stared at her, her captain's face locked in place. "Does Irene sending you mean you can just walk into people's rooms, Vicky?"

"Well… I knocked," she said innocently. "So that's not on me."

"Oh, you knocked," Alexia said sarcastically. "Does that mean you can just open the door unannounced?" 

"It wasn't locked!" Vicky argued, as if not really understanding what she did was wrong.

"Next time it will be. You can't just walk in."

Vicky's eyes moved around the room again with (very exaggerated) innocence. She took everything in more slowly this time.

She noticed the slightly rumpled duvet and the way both your bags were scattered around. Vicky looked at you, then Alexia, before locking eyes with you, her absolute favourite target. 

"Right," Vicky said, "Sorry. Well, I'm also here because I'm genuinely upset about the match. I need emotional support. I need my captain… por favor…? Or are you too busy with Y/n? Am I interrupting something crucial? Oh! Maybe Y/n need emotional support as well?"

"Go find Patri," Alexia cut in, pointing a finger toward the corridor before you could snap at Vicky. Now."

"Patri's not–"

"Patri is exactly as much a captain as I am right now. I'm off duty," Alexia interrupted. "Go down to have some dinner. Eat real food. Talk to Patri. Close the door behind you."

"What about your dinner?" Vicky pressed, taking one last look between the two of you. "Aren't you guys coming down?"

Alexia held the bridge of her nose. "Go."

Vicky lingered, just long enough to make it clear she was leaving on her own terms before pulling the door shut behind her. Her footsteps retreated down the corridor. 

Then, a moment later, her voice came bright and happy, echoing through the corridor. "Hey Serra, guess who Capi's in her room with–"

You sat very still, already dreading tomorrow morning's breakfast, when the kids would (undoubtedly) ask whether Vicky had really caught the two of you sharing a room again.

"Vicky knows," you said flatly.

"She doesn't know anything," Alexia replied.

You looked at her. "Are you saying that because you believe it, or because you are trying to make me feel better?"

"I want to make you feel better," Alexia deadpanned. 

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "Ugh."

"It's okay," Alexia said, trying to offer you a smile. "She won't tell anyone."

You gave her a side eye. "She literally just shouted down the hallway about us to Clara."

"Yeah, but Clara won't say anything."

You groaned again. "Honestly… whatever. Patri knows. Esmee knows. Kika knows. Now Vicky and Serra know…"

"It's not that bad," Alexia countered.

"Do you want them to know about us? Knowing how they are going to tease us?"

Alexia shrugged. "You just have to glare at them, and then they stop. Problem solved."

"I can't glare at people! I get flustered and embarrassed! I'm not half as intimidating as you are." 

"I'll intimidate them for you," she smiled as if life was all unicorns and rainbows.

"Oh, you're so kind," you said, rolling your eyes. 

When Alexia spoke again, her voice had dropped all of its captain's authority.

"You know what… we should cuddle," she said seriously, which did not match her proposition. "It's been way too long of a day for us."

You studied her up and down. She looked soft and tired, and you needed her to want to touch you.

"Mhmm… okay," you agreed. "Come here."

Alexia shifted a little closer until her shoulder brushed yours. She was testing the waters, seeing if it was really okay. Physical intimacy between you was a rare currency when sex wasn't involved, after all.

After a brief moment, Alexia finally curled into your side, tucking her face against your collarbone as though she had been wanting to do it all day. You stayed very still, adjusting to her weight and her warmth. 

"I really didn't mean to snap at you," she said, her voice muffled

"I know," you said, "I'm serious, Ale. You can stop apologising; it's alright."

"It's not, though," she propped herself up on one elbow so she could look at you. "I won't do it again, vale?"

You chuckled. She was cute. "I hope you don't… you sounded a bit intimidating."

Alexia blushed, which was not the response you had expected from a two-time Ballon d'Or winner. You looked up at her, your mind slipping back into its familiar habit of picking every little thing apart. 

You found yourself thinking about the part of you that had been waiting, somewhere deep and private, for her to finally see you fail.

About how the correction on the pitch had landed like something you had been half-expecting ever since you had arrived in Barcelona, ever since you met Alexia. Somewhere in a tired, masochistic corner of your brain, there had almost been a sense of relief. 

Finally, there it is. Here is the flaw that was always bound to surface.

There was something oddly bittersweet when people were mad or upset at you.  Something strangely comforting about disappointing people. How fucked up have you chilhood been for you to feel comfort in that?

It felt safe to know you had made a mistake, because it meant people would stop expecting things from you. They would know you were incompetent, bad and imperfect... except Alexia wasn't looking at you as if you were any of those things right now. She wasn't looking at you like that at all. 

Weird. 

You didn't want to talk to her about it, though.

You kept those messy thoughts to yourself.  Instead, you let yourself stay with her, cuddling, sharing very sweet, absent-minded kisses that barely lasted longer than half a second. But right as you were beginning to melt into her body, to relax, Alexia made a strange face and pulled away.

"Hey, what–" Before you could ask what was wrong, she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door, murmuring about how she was going to be right back.

You frowned and sat on the bed, listening to the sound of running water. Should you go up and knock on the door? What had happened? You chose to stay put and let Alexia do her thing.

While you waited, your thoughts drifted back to the book you had been reading earlier that week – Madonna in a fur coat – when the water stopped, and the bathroom door opened.

Alexia stepped out, looking, somehow, even more grumpy than when she had gone in. She stood in the doorway and looked at you miserably.

"I got my period," she announced flatly. "I wasn't due for three days. This day needs to end. I'm serious."

You blinked up at her, sitting up a little as you abandoned Sabahattin Ali's universe. "Oh… your peri–"

"I think you're messing with my hormones," she added, crossing her arms. "I haven't been this early in years!"

You pressed your lips together.

"...I'm sorry? I didn't mean to mess with your menstrual cycle."

She pouted at you. "You don't sound sincere at all."

"I'm sorry I don't sound sincere," you said. You couldn't help but think she was rather adorable like this, all pouty. "Do you need anything? Want me to get your bag or–"

"I don't have anything with me, tori. Nada " She gestured helplessly at herself, as if to illustrate the full extent of the situation. "I don't have pads, tampons, nothing! We were supposed to be back in Barcelona by now. I didn't plan for this to happen!"

"Okay, baby, hold on," you said, walking to your own bag. "I'm supposed to have stuff here somewhere, just–" You unzipped your bag and started rummaging through it, searching for a pad, and while on it, you found medicine, one of your little notebooks, the good pen you had been looking for ages, and then, finally, you pulled out the pad. It was a bit creased, but it would do its job.

You walked over and held it out to her.

"I've got a few more if you need them," you said. "They are in the internal left pocket of my bag… and sorry, I don't have any tampons. I can go out for them if you want?"

"No, this is good enough, thank you," she muttered, the pout still holding strong.  "I'm just frustrated! I'm literally thirty-two, I should know by now to always carry tampons with me wherever I go…"

"Ah, come on, don't do that, Ale", you said gently. "It came three days early; you are allowed to be caught off guard, don't stress over it, yeah? Just get whatever you need from my bag. I'm sure the girls can help you out, too."

She nodded. "Thank you, torito." Then she walked back into the bathroom. 

When she came back out, you closed the distance between you without thinking. Your hands settled on her waist, and you felt her go less rigid beneath your touch, the tension in her shoulders releasing one layer at a time. She pressed herself back into you, her head on your shoulder. 

"Feeling a little better?" you asked.

"No, I'm devastated," She pouted into your neck. "And it's all your fault, tori."

"Devastated?" You teased her "That's a big word."

"You are not helping."

"Sorry… let me try again. How is it my fault you got your period?" you said, your voice sweet. "That doesn't make sense, sweetheart."

"You make my body go all wrong," she said.

"I do?"

"Uhum."

Your thumb traced slow circles against her waist as you gently guided the two of you back onto the bed. "You make my mind go all wrong. Guess we're even, then?"

Alexia was quiet for a moment, but then she spoke.  "So… I forgive you, and you forgive me?" she murmured. "For messing each other up?"

"Yes, bebé," you whispered, kissing her cheek.  "I forgive you, and you forgive me. You are such a good martyr," you said fondly. "Has anyone told you that?"

"Only when I'm on my period," she mumbled.

"Hm," you chuckled.

Alexia's breathing had slowed against your shoulder. You were waiting for the request, almost certain she was about to send you out for an emergency trip to buy her whatever she might need. 

"...I'm waiting," you said finally.

"Mhmm… for what?" she murmured.

"For you to send me out for a heat pad. Or ibuprofen. Chocolate. That's usually how this goes. Isn't it?"

She lifted her head enough to look at you; she was a bit tired, her eyelids were heavy. "I don't eat chocolate on weekdays. And I don't usually need heating pads."

You looked at her. "Ah, you don't get cramps?"

"I do sometimes, but they are very, very mild," she said. "I barely feel anything most of the time."

"Oh. That's great."

"Yeah, but I do get light headaches sometimes," she continued. "Barça's doctor told me it's because of low iron, so sometimes I have to take some tablets."

"Poor baby," you murmured, pressing another kiss to her temple.

"I'm waiting too," Alexia said after a moment, nosing at your skin. 

"For what?"

"For you to tell me about your period." She said, then she moved like a clingy cat and pressed her cheek against yours. "I just told you about mine; it's only fair, sí?"

"You think it's that easy to get information out of me, capi?" You smirked, teasingly. 

"No," she said, her hand drifting lazily up and down your side before coming to rest against your hipbone, and then she tucked her face against your chest. "That's why I'm asking nicely. Please. Be nice to me. I'm bleeding. I'm in pain."

"You just told me you're barely cramping."

"Yes," she said with great dignity, "but you said I was a good martyr. So this is me being a good martyr… Por favor? Tell me?"

You exhaled and looked at the ceiling, giving what she wanted. "Fine, Putellas. I get bad periods.

… Crickets. 

"Okay, and…? That's all you're giving me?" 

"Well, yes. That's it. I bleed a lot and have bad cramps. The absolute worst mood you've ever seen, too… I'm not exactly a joy to be around."

"Hmm," she sounded a bit suspicious. "Really? I've never noticed any of it, and we've known each other for what? A year?"

"I think I'm just very good at hiding it," you said proudly, but alexia didn't match your energy. 

Alexia looked up at you and didn't smile. "You say that like it's a good thing."

You blushed. "I thought it was."

"I don't think it is."

"Oh." You didn't really expect that answer.

Was there one thing you did in life right?

"I mean… I've never noticed you getting more sensitive around that time, or more emotional." She tilted her head slightly against your shoulder. 

"I would have thought I'd notice. I should've, shouldn't I?" She furrowed. "I pay attention to you… I even know when Vicky is on hers because she cries at literally everything, and she doesn't even have to tell me."

"Well, I don't get sensitive," you explained. "So that must be the reason why you never noticed. I don't really cry much."

"No?"

"No, I just get a bit angry, impatient. That kind of stuff."

"Angry how?" She asked.

Alexia had apparently decided that tonight was the night she was going to ask every single question she had been collecting for months. 

"Just… well, just angry." You said with a small shrug, searching for the right scientific term and coming up with nothing. "Everything irritates me, and tiny things suddenly feel much more urgent than they actually are. That kind of anger."

Alexia didn't say anything immediately, which meant she was thinking about it properly, turning it over in her head.

"So right now," she said slowly. "With the game, and the broken bus, and all of it… You aren't–"

"I'm not on my period," you clarified with a smile. "Unfortunately, this is just me on my good day."

She hummed. "So if you were on your period–"

"Today would have been exponentially worse," you confirmed. "Yes."

"Hmmm… " She narrowed her eyes slightly. "I'll make a note."

"Please don't."

"I'm your captain," she said teasingly. "I have to know these things for scheduling purposes."

"You don't schedule anything. Ever. That is literally not your job."

"As captain, I have a great deal of influence when it comes to scheduling," she replied proudly.

"Oh," you said flatly. "What do you do? Glare at people until they move training?"

"Do you always have to be this sarcastic?"

"Sorry."

"Anyway… tell me next time when you are due," she said matter-of-factly. "Actually… I have a better idea! We should share a period tracking app!"

"Absolutely not." You shook your head immediately. "Nope."

"But-"

"I will leave this bed right now," you threatened. "At once."

In response, she tightened her arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her. Alexia's breathing was even out against your shoulder again, before her voice cut through the silence. 

"You know what? Since we're in a talking mood…"

"You're in a talking mood," you interrupted her. "I'm definitely not."

"...you haven't talked about your ex since that night," she continued, ignoring you. 

Your stomach turned at that. "You're awfully curious tonight."

"I like getting to know people."

"Funny of you to say that," you said. "I'm pretty sure everyone on the team would tell me they don't remember the last time you played personal quiz with them."

"Okay," she said, without missing a beat. "Maybe I like getting to know you."

You smiled despite yourself, which she definitely felt against your shoulder.

"Oh, are you into me or something?" You teased. "That's so gay of you."

"You're changing the subject," she rolled her eyes, blushing. "Again."

"I'm trying to," you admitted. 

"Don't try." She moved, settling more firmly against your body, as if to make clear she wasn't going anywhere. "Let me propose an exercise, torito. One where you don't overthink every single word before it leaves your mouth."

You pouted. "I don't think my brain works like that."

"You can try."

You sighed in defeat. "I'll tell you about my ex if you tell me about yours."

Alexia chuckled. "That's not how it works. I always talk to you about myself, sí? I've already done my part. You're the one who drops a bomb in my lap every two weeks and then goes completely silent."

You rolled your eyes.

She won.

A/n: Hiii!! I hope you guys liked this chapter! I had lots of fun writing it hehehe; they are just so endearing and fucked up in the head!! I personally love how Ale goes all captain with the kids, and then she melts with Tori.

Come talk with me about it!! Talking about fic really helps me with motivation and ideas, hehe

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Intimacy - part 6

☆ Summary: Being Barça's newest signing is the easy part. The real challenge is letting someone get close. With Alexia, things quickly turn physical, and while you have no problem taking control, letting yourself be seen is a different story. But Alexia isn't used to being kept at a distance.

☆ Word Count: 6.3k

☆ Warnings: angst!!! yayyyyyy • reader makes a mistake that costs the team the win • Alexia doesn't handle it well • neither does reader • Patri and Kika being great teammates • jealous Alexia • big girls having big girls conversations • they are lesbians, so a lot of apologies.

☆ A/n: hope you guys like it <3 I was able to post everything together, thankfully. Since this is a direct continuation of the other parts, I think you guys will enjoy it more if you re-read the other parts here

Every player took comfort in believing they were capable of keeping control of a match. That their endless hours of training could somehow matter more than the endless hours of training from the other team; that their sacrifices carried more weight in the game than those on the opposite side.

People, as you had come to realise, all shared the same contradiction: humans were social creatures, dependent on one another to survive, and yet always eager to dissociate themselves from the group at the first opportunity. To be different. And not only that, but better.

You often wondered why this type of trait was chosen by evolution. What kind of survival value could it possibly offer?

The pitch was a good place for those kinds of thoughts, and, if you were feeling ambitious enough, you could drift into sociological questions too. Did people shape sports, or did sports shape people? Was football influenced by politics, or had football itself become political? You could think of at least five examples where the latter was true.

As it was clear, your mind was absolutely everywhere but on the ball at your feet, and not because the game was easy that you, as one of the defenders, were simply chilling beside Cata in the box. Quite the opposite, actually. Turns out, the discomfort you had experienced on the bus still clung stubbornly to your skin, and what made you feel better when you were mentally tired? Thinking. As controversial as it sounded.

Thinking was, admittedly, becoming a problem. A big one.

Maybe you should learn other ways to keep your mind grounded, preferably ones that don't risk losing your team a match.

It happened at the exact mark of 80 minutes, the big screen was shining bright with the number just as a brunette girl from Sevilla broke through the midfield with great acceleration that you did not remember seeing during analysis, despite having spent days studying her movements.

As both disastrous and splendid things in football , it all happened in the space of mere seconds. The girl's run wasn't catastrophic by any means; she didn't bring anyone down, the team was simply in a bad position, leaving great gaps, one of those gaps being you.

The striker made her run past Patri and Ona, and you read her heading in your direction. You saw it coming, and you also took the time to analyse the rotation of her foot to see whether she was setting up to shoot or not. Your body had learned to speak the language of the game before your brain could fully take in the afferent information and convert it into signals down your spine. Maybe that's why your movement was a bit clumsy, perhaps a bit careless, too.

The girl was faster than the tapes suggested; she was also faster right now than what she had been in the first half. You moved, of course you did, but it wasn't enough because you were a few meters out of place, and that mere gap was all she needed.

The ball went in, and the fans at the stadium all roared in unison. It was always a good sensation for the home team to score; right now, you hated their happiness and how it meant that you had failed.

You stood exactly where you were, your boots glued to the patch of yellowish, dry grass, staring at the empty space on the turf where you were supposed to be. Cata spat on the grass before slamming her gloves into the pitch. But milliseconds later, she was already up, already resetting, clapping her hands for the team, shouting that there was still time to turn the score around. She yelled your name, telling you to do something, but you barely registered her words. Then, her eyes moved, looking right over your shoulder, and you knew someone was approaching.

Around you, the game was reassembling itself (or trying to). Sevilla was still celebrating, taking advantage of a referee who was giving them too much time. Most of your teammates were going back into position. You could hear Pere's voice from the sideline in the tone you'd learned to recognise as controlled disappointment. Well… he was not the only one disappointed.

Then Alexia was beside you.

She hadn't run to get to you; you hadn't even seen her move. She was just suddenly there, appearing in your peripheral vision without any kind of warning. Her voice, when it came, was low, controlled, and (painfully) professional. You hated that tone on her; she was too soft to be throwing such cold words at you.

"Adjust your line," she snapped. She wasn't even looking at you; her lips were curled and her eyebrows drawn together. "You have been sitting way too deep since halftime. I've been shouting at you to get back into position, but it's like you decided to tune me out completely."

You hadn't listened to her; that much was entirely your fault. You had been too busy thinking about football and politics. You felt your cheek turn red in shame.

"She had all that space because you handed it to her on a plate," She continued in the same tone. "You're more disciplined than that. Do better."

Alexia wasn't screaming the words at you, but there was an edge in her voice that just usually wasn't there at all.

Your teammates, watching from a few meters away, would have taken it for nothing more than a captain making a tactical correction, but you were far too familiar with her cadence. You had spent months learning every gradient of it: the version she used in interviews and press conferences, the one in team meetings, the one that came out soft and private in the dark of her room. This was the version she used when her competitive side took over, and she decided that cold efficiency was the best response. It was a version she had never once used on you until now.

You were ready to argue, not against her but with her, because she was right, after all. But Alexia didn't give you a single second to reply; her words kept shooting from her mouth so fast she barely stopped to draw breath.

"You have been half a step behind the entire second half," she cut in, each word carefully enunciated, determined to make sure it landed. "I could see it from midfield. You were a step behind the whole time, and you didn't even bother to adjust!"

"We specifically talked about their number fourteen," she went on, stepping closer to you. "We spent days on the tape. We even said–"

"I know what we said."

"Well, it clearly didn't stick, did it?"

She didn't wait for you to answer. She was already turning her back on you to get back into position.

You could have pointed out that Ona had been slow to close her down as well, that the gap left wasn't entirely on you. But the thought didn't take root. Alexia was right, and looking for someone to share the blame with felt worse than the goal itself.

A few seconds later, you felt a warm hand settle on your shoulder, making you realise just how tight your trapezius muscles had been.

"Just take a deep breath, tía," Cata said, looking at you with a mix of pity and sympathy.

Maybe Alexia's reaction wasn't as private as you had thought. You realised Patri was looking at you too, her eyes darting between you and Alexia. She looked at you with sympathy, and at Alexia with a quiet reprimand, though you knew Patri wouldn't actually say anything to her, not right now at least. You hoped she wouldn't. In the end, Alexia was right.

You nodded at Cata, forced a small smile, reset your position and said nothing else. A sudden surge of bittersweet relief washed over you, and that was the strange thing. It was as though your subconscious had been waiting for this exact moment. A hidden part of you had been waiting for Alexia to finally see you get something wrong.

She had been watching you for months with that kind of attention that felt like belief, and belief, in your experience, had a habit of expiring. She had always looked at you as if searching for the good and finding it; even if you showed her the flawed parts of you, the bad and the ugly, she brushed them aside as if dismissing the sight with a shooing motion of her hand, wanting to see only the best in you.

But now? Now she had seen you fail. And thank god she had. She was mad, disappointed, and you couldn't help but feel like it had taken her long enough. You were glad she had seen it, and hated yourself for feeling that way. You were the reason your team was behind, the reason Cata lost a clean sheet. The reason, you would soon find out, that you lost.

You played the rest of the game with focus and precision. Every ball that came near you was met with a good, clean first touch. You closed down every striker. You had been half a meter too slow once, and your body made sure it wouldn't happen again.

And it didn't happen again, but it didn't matter, because the final whistle blew and the scoreboard was still one-nil. Alexia was already walking toward the tunnel before you even had a chance to look for her. You stood on the pitch a moment longer than necessary, sitting with the bitterness of defeat, letting it rest deep in your bones.

Maybe if you let yourself remember exactly how this felt, you would never make that mistake again.

You watched the tunnel Alexia had just disappeared into. She always waited to walk into the tunnel with you. She didn't this time; she disappeared into the dark without looking back, and you weren't sure if that was meant to sting or not. You weren't sure it mattered.

A hand came down on your shoulder, making you lose your balance slightly. It was Cata again; she stepped beside you, her white gloves tucked beneath her left arm.

"Come on, amiga," she murmured. "Let's go to the locker room. Yeah?"

You nodded, but let her walk ahead. As you finally turned towards the tunnel, a Sevilla player, Laura, approached you. You had played together for a few months back in Manchester; you weren't exactly friends back then, but it was nice to see a familiar face.

"Good game, Y/n," Laura smiled, her cheeks still a deep pink from all the running.

"Yeah… it could be better for us, though," you gave her a sad smile and patted her on the arm. "But you were very good. I bet you gave Kika a good headache."

You left after making empty promises of meeting for coffee once the season schedule allowed. Near the entrance of the tunnel, Patri was leaning against the plastic wall. Her chocolate eyes caught you as you approached; she took a step in to meet you.

"I don't know what Ale said to you back there," Patri started, her eyes everywhere but on you, "but don't read too much into it, okay?"

You tilted your head slightly, your defensive instinct flaring up. You were feeling oddly cornered, though you were careful not to let it show on your face.

"Alexia was right about every word she said," you replied simply.

"That's not what I mean," Patri muttered. "She's impossible after we lose, give her a few hours–"

"She doesn't need a few hours," you interrupted. "She has every right to be angry right now."

Patri tilted her head in return, studying you for a moment. "You are upset," she said, reading right through you. You hated it. "Come here–" she stepped closer, but you took a step back.

"It's okay. I'm okay. I-I just messed it up," you continued before she could speak or move any closer. "It's expected of Alexia to be mad. She's the captain. So if a player switches off and it costs us a goal, she's supposed to call them out, hold people accountable."

Patri sighed and clicked her tongue. "I'm not saying she shouldn't have corrected you. What I am saying is that it sounds like you are treating one mistake as if it rewrites the whole season."

"It did rewrite the whole season, though," you said quietly, furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance. "Now we need to beat Real Madrid if we want any breathing room! If we thought the next game against Valencia would be easy... well, now it's all ruined! We are going to have to--"

"We can lose three consecutive games and still be at the top," Patri said, deadpan. "You and Alexia… you've got this little miss-perfect thing going on. Mistakes happen. It's normal. It's just part of the game. Now take a breath and move on."

"I know it's part of the game. And I'm not Miss Perfect. I never said I was," you said, any ambition of not sounding defensive crumbling right at your feet. "I get stuff wrong all the time. Today it just happened to cost us points."

"Yeah… and that's completely okay. No need to beat yourself up over it," Patri said in a shrug. "You shouldn't be this upset. The loss is not on you. You were good... You are good. Maybe there was a small mistake, but I'm sure it won't happen again."

You stopped, looking at Patri as if she were speaking in an alien language. You gestured around, at the dark tunnel, at the scoreboard still shining, at the way the staff were all quietly packing up the equipment.

"It's clearly not okay," You said, completely ignoring everything else Patri had said. "We lost."

"Losing isn't the end of the world," Patri said softly in the same voice she used on the younger players. Great, now she was going to think you were childish.

"It is for me." You frowned, looking down. "

Patri shook her head, a fond smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she clicked her tongue once more. "Tsk, tsk. You and Alexia," she said, stepping toward the locker room door. "Cut from the exact same cloth, huh?"

"We're not–"

"Yes, you are," she cut you off "Awfully competitive. Even worse at forgiving yourselves."

You felt a slight surge of annoyance. "Did you give this whole speech to Alexia, too? Or did you reserve it strictly for me?"

Patri smirked, her hand already reaching for the old door handle. "Oh, I wasn't nearly as gentle with Alexia as I was with you."

She pushed the locker room door and walked inside, leaving you standing alone in the hallway for a minute too long.

You stood outside for a few minutes. Taking some deep breaths. Trying to ignore how it stung when Alexia shouted and when she left the pitch alone. You tried to ignore how you felt like an awful player.

Did you even deserve to be in a club like Barcelona?

Of one thing you were sure: Patri was one good co-captain.

The locker room was quiet; the girls were all unusually careful around one another. The room wasn't completely silent per se. There were still familiar sounds here and there: boots being dropped onto the white, dusty, concrete floor, someone's phone buzzing incessantly against a wooden bench, Maria, one of the staff members, talking on the phone outside. But all the conversations that existed were held in a very low voice.

Pere said what he needed to say, which wasn't much, and left almost immediately after. You thought it was a bit rude of him to leave like that, but deep down you knew it was the right call. It was better to be absent than risk losing his head. The players, or more specifically you, were already beating themselves up enough; no need for external help to do that.

Patri and Alexia were standing near the far corner of the room. They were talking rapidly and in a low tone, their heads bent close together, and their body language was rigid. Alexia stood with her arms crossed, her lips in a slight pout, while Patri was doing most of the talking; she was gesturing a lot, as she always did. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but the sight alone told you everything you needed to know: clearly Patri was finishing the conversation she had started in the tunnel.

Vicky chose that exact moment to start playing an upbeat Beyoncé song from her phone. The music lasted approximately fifteen seconds before both Alexia and Patri turned to her.

"Now it's not the time, Vicky," they said in terrifying synchrony, shooting the kid a look that could terrify anyone.

"Vale, vale," Vicky grimaced, hitting the pause button. "Perdón! It's not like I was throwing confetti around! Chill out! I just wanted to end this funeral mood we're all in."

"Clearly it was a bad choice," Clara muttered at her side, a pout on her face. She looked more sad because of the song's interruption than because of the defeat itself.

You, meanwhile, were sitting in front of the locker with your boots still on. They were too tight, you realised, digging into your foot, and you knew you should loosen up the laces, but you didn't. Maybe you deserved to feel this bit of discomfort.

Before you could let yourself go with your thoughts, Kika stepped right beside you on the bench. She looked down at you, wearing that characteristic mix of kindness and mischief you could only ever find in her face.

"I know you've got some deep emotional issues going on when it comes to affection," Kika said, wrapping her arm around your shoulders into a side hug, "but I'm going to hug you anyway. I think you need it, sim?"

You smiled and didn't push her away, choosing to lean into the hug and welcome the pressure of her arms. You even allowed yourself to rest your head against her side. "Do I look that bad that you thought I needed a pity hug?"

"Pity hug?" Kika gasped dramatically, squeezing your shoulders again. "Excuse you? This is a comforting hug. Preventive maintenance, if you want to call it."

"So… I look like I need preventative maintenance?"

"Yes, you look pretty bad," Kika said without missing a beat. "Mostly because you've been letting me hug you for more than two seconds. That's… deeply concerning."

"Thank you."

"For the hug?" she asked, looking down at you.

"No," you said. "For humbling me."

She rolled her eyes and laughed. You were glad you could make someone laugh today.

You were, although, even happier that the joke had shifted the focus away from your actual feelings. You didn't like that kind of attention on you; you didn't like that Kika had picked up on just how deeply the loss had affected you.

"Patri told me you weren't feeling your best," Kika said. "So I came to rescue you."

"Oh, you're working with a sad footballer in your free time, I see?" you teased her.

"Oh, shut up," Kika smiled. "I'm trying to be nice."

But the playfulness slipped from Kika's face a moment later. You looked up at her, and she (very subtly) tilted her chin towards the other side of the room. Your eyes followed her gaze, landing on Alexia, who was looking right at the two of you.

Alexia's face tightened, her whole jaw locking almost imperceptibly. Then, as if just suddenly realising she had been caught staring, she looked away and forced her attention back to Patri.

Patri, also not subtly at all, raised her eyebrows at Alexia before looking at you and Kika. She tilted her head, as if she was a cat analysing if she could squeeze in a small cardboard box or not, before turning back to Alexia with a terrifying knowing smirk.

Then, as if nothing had happened, the two of them resumed talking.

Kika cleared her throat at your side, a playful smirk on her lips "I don't think Capi liked me hugging her favourite full-back."

You tried to fight the pink tinting your cheeks, but it was a lost battle. "Shut up," you murmured embarrassedly. "Don't go around starting rumours."

Kika leaned in, her voice conspiratorial. "We don't need to start anything; you two give us more than enough evidence on your own."

Alexia chose that moment to step toward the centre of the room, bringing all the attention to her.

Kika stepped to the side and watched Alexia, not with her mischievous expression, but with the expression of someone ready to listen to their captain.

"Alright, let's gather up," Alexia called out. "Let's talk about the game."

Naturally, all the girls stopped what they were doing. Irene put her phone away, Marta and Caro halted their conversation in the far corner of the room, and all the younger kids immediately paid attention to the place Alexia stood.

Whenever a defeat could be traced back to one obvious mistake, something that could be pinned on a single moment or a single player, Alexia had a way of addressing it that made the person not feel bad, or, better yet, a way that kept the person from drowning in guilt. She never pretended it hadn't happened, and she never sugar-coated it either. Alexia just said a few words that made the weight of the mistake get distributed across the team rather than left crushing a single pair of shoulders.

Today, for the first time, you were that player. The one who got it wrong. The one responsible for the awful atmosphere in the locker room.

You kept your eyes on your boots when Alexia started speaking. She went on to talk about the second half, about the adjustments that hadn't come, and about how she could have done something about it from the midfield – because Alexia had a habit of taking responsibility for things that didn't belong to her alone. Maybe you two shared that habit; Alexia just carried it with a lot more grace than you ever managed.

Alexia's voice was even and measured; she spoke with certainty, so as not to let anyone misinterpret her true intent. She was always so, so careful with words. Not with you, though, not when you were alone. Not when you shared a mattress with her.

You listened to her without really absorbing the words; you were only half there, too busy letting the guilt eat you alive.

You should have done better.

You should have done better.

Be better.

By the time the voice in your head had quieted a bit, Alexia had stopped talking, forcing you to look up at her frame.

When you did, you saw her looking around the room: Ona sitting with her head down, Aicha staring blankly at the wall, and the three or four players whose minds were somewhere else entirely.

The attentiveness Alexia had needed from them wasn't there. She rolled her eyes, and despite yourself, your mind insisted on supplying the adjective beautiful to them. She then made the (wise) decision to stop pushing against something the team wasn't ready to receive yet. Maybe the loss was too fresh.

You chuckled to yourself.

You could see her mind turning as she tried to solve this locker room issue. Not knowing how to handle a loss was a problem only a few clubs had to endure. Was Alexia thinking of suggesting mandatory psychological sessions for everyone in the team? It would be a ridiculously Alexia thing to do. But maybe mandatory therapy was not a very smart move. People had to want to talk, right?

Back in the reality of the locker room, Alexia let out a puff of air.

"… Let's just get some rest for tonight," she said, her shoulders dropping slightly. She was tired and didn't want to hide it anymore. "It's clear our heads aren't in the right place. We'll look at the tape tomorrow, when we are rested and feeling like ourselves again."

You nodded automatically, and only then did you realise Alexia was still looking at you. Her eyes stayed on you for a second too long, and that was it.

You looked back at your boots. The room began to loosen after that. People started moving, undressing, the sound of the showers multiplying minute by minute. Patri was having a conversation with Pajor while Vicky peeled off her kit, murmuring about how damp it was and how maddening it was to wash a kit when you hadn't won. You could sympathise with that, but truly, defenders' kit got dirty no matter how the game went. You were well used to being covered in dirt, and grass and other people's sweat,

On a normal day you had a system for changing in the locker room: you found small reasons to delay, waiting until the room had thinned out enough that no one was left – no one except Alexia. It was a system that worked, mostly. Alexia knew about it, and sometimes she stayed, almost to provide cover.

But today Alexia was on the other side of the room, her back turned to you, and you found yourself wondering if the usual arrangement still applied.

You couldn't imagine Alexia wanted to deal with you any longer than necessary, and the last thing you wanted was to give her another reason to be frustrated with you. So you simply picked up your bag and left the locker room quietly, not really wanting to bring attention to yourself or to the reason why you were sneaking out.

The corridor outside was empty, and the one beyond it was too. You followed the signposts along dirty walls towards the bathrooms until the signs stopped making sense altogether, ending up in a part of the stadium that smelled like old paint, a place clearly not designed with visiting teams (or anyone, really) in mind.

You found a single-stall bathroom behind a door that required some physical force to open, then you changed quickly and spent a lot of minutes trying to find your way back. And by a lot, you meant a lot. The stadium was bigger than it had looked from the pitch.

You needed to go back to the locker room, but it felt like you were trapped in the minotaur's labyrinth.

You took one wrong corridor, and then another, and by the time you found the right one, your phone showed four missed messages from the team group chat about the bus. Kika had asked where you were; Vicky had tagged you in the messages saying everyone was just waiting on you. You sighed; you were already calculating how many minutes behind schedule you had pushed everyone.

The locker room was almost empty when you (finally) made it back. The showers had stopped running, and the room was a "clean mess", showing that people had been there moments prior. You thought you wouldn't find anyone still in there – you had only come back to take the water bottle you had left behind, but Alexia was sitting on the bench.

She was already showered and changed; her hair was wet, and her game bag was at her feet. She was looking at her phone, but she looked up the moment you came through the door, and your stomach dropped. The expression on her face was not the one you had been bracing for.

It wasn't cold, nor was it the detached expression she had worn while addressing the team. It looked more like relief, but beneath it you could feel the edge of anger that only came from worrying too much.

She snapped your name. "Where the fuck were you?"

You halted, your mouth parting in a surprise "o". "I went to find somewhere to change–"

She stared at you. "It's been thirty minutes."

"I know, I'm sorry." You crossed to your locker, keeping your voice even. "The stadium is... huge..I took a wrong turn, ended up in the wrong section, and I couldn't find my way back."

"You were wandering around a stadium you don't know," she said. "Alone."

"I wasn't wandering, I just—"

"For thirty minutes."

"Alexia." You turned to face her. I didn't mean to disappear. I just went out to change."

"Without telling anyone?" she pressed. "Without telling me?"

You clenched your hands. "Do I need to ask you for permission for every step I take? I'm fine."

"I know you're fine now", she snapped again. It dawned on you then that she must have been sitting here, staring at the door, waiting for you to come back. No shit she was mad. "But I didn't know that for the last thirty minutes because I didn't know where you were!"

"I'm just saying–" she continued, running a hand through her hair. "--that maybe next time you don't disappear for half an hour in a stadium you've never been to! Just… just tell someone where you're going!"

"I didn't think anyone would notice," you said. You meant it practically, logistically, but the words landed differently than you intended. "It was supposed to be quick."

Alexia let out a humourless laugh. "Well, I noticed," Alexia snapped then, taking a step toward you. "I notice everything when it comes to you, as pathetic as it sounds. Just like I noticed you being very comfortable letting Kika hug you!"

You blinked, completely thrown off by the shift of the conversation. "...what?"

"You had no issues letting her touch you," she said, her voice filled with frustration. "You let her hug you; you even leaned into it, but with me? You put up this entire wall the second we are around other people."

You stared at her, your mouth hanging open. "Alexia, what on earth does Kika hugging me have to do with me taking thirty minutes to change?"

"It has nothing to do with it," she blurted out, her cheeks flushing red.

Alexia looked angry, not just at you, but at herself for letting the words slip out. Alexia was usually the emotionally mature one between the two of you, but it seemed like you had a terrifying talent for reducing her to a jealous, flustered teenager.

"Kika gave me a side hug because I was upset. I was upset because you yelled at me," you said. "And that was it! You know we are just friends. You know I like you."

"Y-You just don't talk to me the way you talk to her!"

"Now you are being ridiculous," you said. "You are the person I've opened up to more than anyone in my whole life, and you know that! I've told you that! Me and Kika are friends–"

"And what are you and I?" Alexia cut in, her eyes burning. "We're not far from that either, are we?"

The words hit you like a slap to the face. Now you were angry, too.

"I don't know, Alexia," you said sarcastically, being as dense as her. "Are we? After everything we've talked about these last few days, do you honestly think we are just friends?"

Alexia looked at you, her neck red. Her bottom lip was out, and you could see she was fighting not to cry.

You took a deep breath. "Ale, I don't understand where this is coming from. I don't understand why you are feeling this way."

"Have you ever considered, just for a second, that you don't have to understand everything? Every feeling?" Alexia practically groaned, running her hand through her face out of pure frustration. "Have you ever thought that feelings can be valid even if you don't understand them?! Yo-you are so frustrating! You analyse everything. Why can't you just feel?"

Her words were a knife to an open wound.

"Not everyone is like you, you know?" she continued. "Not everyone can just… bury things over and over again until they disappear, or push stuff down until they convince themselves it's not there anymore!! Some people suffocate if they don't express how they are feeling."

"I am trying," you said, feeling your own throat tighten. "We talked this morning. You told me I have to decide what I want when it comes to you. We literally just had that conversation; now we're suddenly here having a full-blown fight about feelings? I never say anything about you not expressing how you feel! Why are we having this talk?!"

"Because you are doing it again!" Alexia shot back, her voice cracking a bit, but quickly recomposed herself. "This morning I asked you to figure out what you want, and the very first difficult thing that happens, you disappear? You just lock yourself away, run off and don't tell me! You act like I'm the last person you want to be near when you are upset, and that's not how this is supposed to work! If you were upset about the loss, I could have comforted you! Talked to you! But you disappeared!"

"I didn't want to be near you because I thought you were mad at me!" You stood up from the bench, anger and hurt all flaring up at once. "I-I thought you didn't like me anymore."

Alexia stared at you, looking completely thrown off. "And where the fuck did you get that from!?"

"You always wait for me to walk back into the tunnel! An-and today you didn't!" you blurted out, suddenly feeling ridiculous for being upset about that. "After I messed up the game, I just thought you were furious with me. That I was the reason we lost, and you simply didn't want to be anywhere near me anymore.

Alexia groaned.

"I was upset, okay?" her tone softened, the anger slowly dissolving. "I shouldn't have shouted on the pitch, and I should have waited for you. I was just angry about the match. But of course I wanted to be with you. Or what, do you think I only like you because you are some flawless player?"

"I just thought that… if you saw another flaw, you wouldn't want to be with me anymore."

Alexia sighed, looking at you with both exhaustion and tenderness. "Déu meu, we are both so fucked up in the head," she murmured.

"Well, yeah," you muttered.

There was a moment of silence before Alexia spoke.

"I do notice when you're not there."

You looked at her side and watched her speak.

"I-I was upset you left without telling me. We are always the last ones to leave the locker room, but when I got back from the shower, Vicky told me she had seen you leaving with your bag."

You didn't say anything.

"I admit," she continued softly. "Maybe I blew things out of proportion… You don't have to tell me every step you take. I-I just like this little… ritual of ours, and I was upset. I think I'm a little, mhm, sensitive today."

"Well, I'm sorry I left without saying anything," you said. "It wouldn't have hurt to give you a heads up if I really just wanted to change alone. I know I'd be a bit nervous if you were nowhere to be found and your phone had no signal."

"You would?" she asked quickly, her eyes snapping to yours.

You chose your words very carefully, hoping she would understand the weight behind them.

"Of course, baby."

Alexia looked at you before turning to her lap. "...I was jealous of Kika."

A small laugh escaped your mouth before you could stop it. "I noticed. You don't have to be jealous of Kika, you know."

"I know that," she mumbled, her lips forming a subtle pout as she looked away.

You decided not to push her on it.

"I'm sorry I called you frustrating," Alexia added, playing with her fingers. "You're not."

"You don't have to apologise for telling the truth."

Alexia tilted her head. "I wasn't telling the truth."

"I know I'm frustrating," you said softly. "I know I analyse everything so I don't have to sit with how I feel. I'm sorry that hurts you."

"You don't have to apologise for being who you are," Alexia countered immediately.

"Even when the way I am keeps hurting you?"

Alexia let out a long sigh. "No, it's not like that. We are just different people who deal with things differently. It just takes us a little bit of work to meet in the middle, that's all."

You shrugged. Deep down, you still thought you were annoying and frustrating, but didn't have the energy to argue with her any further.

"Did you really think I wouldn't want to be with you just because of a loss?" Alexia's voice came soft into your ears.

Now that the worst of the emotions had settled, it sounded a little ridiculous when spoken aloud. Even though, yeah, you had feelings exactly like that. "Yes. It cost us three points... and you were angry."

"That had nothing to do with how I feel about you," she said firmly.

You sat there listening. You knew it, of course you did, but hearing it and actually understanding were two things very differently. It was like when people tell you that everyone deserved self-compassion: the idea made perfect sense, but applying that same grace to yourself felt unnatural, not right.

"I know," you murmured.

Alexia studied your face. "Do you, torito?"

Before you could create another (logical) defence, Alexia stood up from the bench and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"I'm going to the bus, yeah?" she said.

"Okay."

A/n: Come talk to me about the chapter!! I love talking about the character hehe!! I'm sorry for any mistakes; I'm running on 4 hours of sleep <3 Personally, I think their relationship will somehow go smoothly from here? I think they both needed to have this conversation so they can understand they have different ways of seeing relationships and people, etc!!

Unfortunately, I act just like reader <3

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[helen-with-an-a]

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[helen-with-an-a]

Hi, my lovelies. Here is another part of the Kiss Me semi-series. Each one is a standalone story about a different type of kiss. I hope you enjoy

Underwater

Misa Rodríguez x Reader

Description: Nothing beats a pool day

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“Bebé, bebé, mirar.” Baby, baby, look. Misa’s voice was bright and excitable, cutting through the soft lull of the afternoon like sunlight glinting off water.

You looked up from your book, peering over your sunglasses to find your girlfriend.

She was standing in the pool, the water coming up to just below her bikini top, her hair messy and slightly tangled from swimming as she waved her arms at you like she might disappear if you didn’t look right now.

“Mira esto!” Look at this!

You nodded, a slow smile spreading across your face as you marked your page with your thumb. “I’m watching.”

Misa grinned, pleased to have your attention. She took a deep breath, her shoulders rising dramatically before she bent her knees slightly and launched herself upward. A second later she disappeared beneath the surface in a flurry of splashes.

For a moment, there was just rippling water and sunlight dancing across it, then her legs popped up into view. Her feet were flexed, toes pointed slightly outward, knees wobbling as she tried to steady herself. Then, carefully, she began walking on her hands.

One step.

A small splash.

Another step - less steady this time, her legs tilting to the side before she corrected herself.

You couldn’t help it, you giggled, lifting your sunglasses fully now so you could watch properly. She was genuinely impressive, even if she looked a little ridiculous doing it.

Three steps.

Four.

A big splash as she lost balance, then regained it.

Five … maybe.

You clapped lightly, laughing as her legs wobbled again before collapsing entirely back into the water with a loud splash.

After a moment of bubbling and movement, she re-emerged. Her hair was plastered across her face, sticking to her cheeks and lips as she inhaled sharply, pushing it back with both hands.

“Did you see?” she asked, breathless but glowing.

“Course, bub,” you called back, resting your book closed on your lap now. “Very cool. How many steps did you do?”

“Siete.” Seven.

You let out an exaggerated breath. “Woah.” You shifted, sitting up a little straighter as interest replaced your earlier laziness. “Can you do 10?”

“Obviamente,” Misa scoffed, flipping her wet hair back dramatically. Obviously. “Watch.”

You snorted quietly, settling in to observe. She always got like this, competitive over the smallest things, especially if it meant impressing you.

She took another deep breath, even deeper this time, like she was preparing for something monumental. Then she dipped under again, kicking up more water than strictly necessary.

You leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on your knees as you watched.

Her legs appeared again, less steady this time at first, wobbling wildly before she found her balance. The sunlight caught droplets of water sliding down her calves as she tried to stay upright.

One step.

Two.

A pause.

Three (accompanied by a dramatic splash).

You squinted, trying to count properly, but it was nearly impossible with how much she was moving in place.

Four… maybe? Five? Six?

She wasn’t really going anywhere, more just… rocking enthusiastically in one spot.

Seven? Eight? You had absolutely no idea anymore.

Then suddenly … collapse.

Her legs vanished and the water erupted around her again.

You laughed, shaking your head as you leaned back slightly. “That did not look like ten,” you muttered under your breath, amused.

A second later, she popped back up, gasping for air, pushing her hair out of her face again with a triumphant grin.

“Once!” Eleven.

You raised your eyebrows, clearly unconvinced, but your smile gave you away. “Well done, baby. You did so good,” you laughed.

She beamed, pride radiating off her. “I know.”

There was a brief pause as the two of you just looked at each other, the quiet kind, filled only with the soft sound of water lapping against the pool’s edge and distant summer noise.

Then her expression shifted. “You should come in and congratulate me properly,” she smirked, leaning back slightly so she floated, her arms spreading lazily across the surface of the water.

You followed her movement with your eyes.

The pool did look deliciously inviting; crystal clear, shimmering under the sun, the light reflecting upward in shifting patterns that danced across Misa’s skin.

A breeze passed over you, warm against your shoulders, but it only made the idea of the cool water more tempting.

You didn’t say anything at first. Instead, you moved your book off your thighs and set it carefully beside you, standing up slowly. Your muscles stretched slightly after sitting still for so long.

Misa’s face lit up instantly. Her eyes brightened, a wide, excited smile spreading across her lips as she watched you kick off your flip flops and step closer.

“Vamos,” she murmured to herself, something you had seen her do countless times when Real did something impressive up the other end of the pitch. C’mon

You rolled your eyes faintly but couldn’t hide your own smile as you sat on the edge of the pool, your feet dipping cautiously into the water.

It was already cooler than you expected.

Misa swam forward immediately, closing the distance between you. She slipped easily between your thighs, resting her biceps on your legs as she looked up at you.

“Hola,” she whispered.

“Hi,” you replied, your tone softer too. You reached out, smoothing a finger down her nose. She scrunched it instantly, pulling a face that made you laugh.

“Gonna come in?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Is it cold?”

She paused. Just for a second too long.

“… No.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Don’t lie to me, María Isabel”

Her lips twitched, trying to suppress a smile. “It’s… refreshing.”

“That means yes.”

“I’ll keep you warm,” she offered quickly, leaning in just slightly closer.

You narrowed your eyes at her, but there was no real resistance behind it. “You better not let me go.”

Her smile widened, softer now. “Nunca.” Never.

She shifted back just enough to give you space. You took a small breath, bracing yourself, and slid into the water.

It was freezing.

A sharp gasp escaped you immediately as the cold wrapped around your body, shocking your system.

“Ahh,” you clung to her instantly, your legs wrapping tightly around her waist as you instinctively sought warmth.

Misa laughed, the sound bright, though her grip tightened around you in return, arms wrapping securely around your back.

“You just need to get used to it,” she teased, though she pulled you closer, pressing your bodies together.

“It’s cold,” you whined, pressing your face briefly into her shoulder.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m not,” you shivered slightly, tightening your hold. “This is freezing.”

“I can warm you up,” Misa teased, her voice dropping just a little.

You pulled back enough to look at her, giving her a look. “Oh, can you?”

“Sí,” she murmured, her hands sliding slightly along your back.

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your lips lifted anyway. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me.”

You didn’t argue with that.

Instead, you leaned in, closing the distance between you and pressing your lips to hers.

The kiss was soft at first, familiar, easy. Warm in contrast to the cool water surrounding you.

Misa responded immediately, her grip tightening just slightly as she kissed you back.

Then … she slipped.

Her footing shifted unexpectedly beneath her, and suddenly the two of you dipped under the water together.

The world went quiet in an instant. Cool water rushed over your skin, over your face, muffling everything.

You gasped against her lips, startled, bubbles escaping as you instinctively tried to pull back.

Misa’s arms tightened around you, steadying you even as the two of you sank just a fraction deeper before she pushed upward again.

A second later, you broke the surface. You inhaled sharply, pushing wet hair out of your face as you blinked against the sunlight.

There was a brief pause.

You both burst out laughing.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, clinging to her again. “You said you wouldn’t let me go!”

“I didn’t!” she protested through laughter. “I slipped!”

“You dragged me down with you!”

“You loved it.”

“I did not-“ you cut yourself off, laughing again despite yourself.

Misa grinned, brushing wet strands of hair away from your face with surprising gentleness.

“You’re warmer now,” she pointed out.

You paused, then sighed. “…okay, maybe a little.”

She looked unbearably pleased with herself. “See? I told you.”

You shook your head, still smiling, your arms settling more comfortably around her shoulders now.

“Show-off,” you murmured.

“Only for you.”

[moonlight-alexia]

ALEXIA PUTELLAS X READER | 5.7k | it's your birthday and alexia has a very special surprise for you

Warnings: (18+) smut

a/n: it's my birthday so y'all get to enjoy a present from me <3 it was supposed to be something small and yet almost 6k words later... anyway! i hope you enjoy! i love alexia, miss alexia, ugh anyway! <333 i'm going to sleep and will reply to everything in the morning thank you <333

any and all feedback, comments, reblogs etc are very appreciated and welcome <3

You heard the faint sound of the doorbell echo throughout the apartment. Alexia pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, a gesture so gentle it sent a shiver down your spine. Her fingers traced down the middle of your back, ghosting as they left you skin

Your breath caught in your throat and even after the morning she spent taking you apart, you felt your thighs instinctively press together and you could almost go again. A pleased smile tugged at the corner of her lips at the way your body reacted to her touch.

Feeling her body cover yours, feeling the roundness of her breasts press into your back and her breath on your ear, 'Feliz cumpleaños, mi princesa,' She pressed her lips gently but firm against your neck.

A soft whine escaped your lips when you felt her body completely leave yours and her weight disappeared from the bed. Gathering what strength you had left, you rolled onto your back, wrapping the blankets around your body.

Alexia slipped an old barça shirt over her head, letting the fabric fall over her stomach. A soft chuckle falling from her lips when she noticed the pout that had formed on yours at the sight of her perfectly defined muscles being hidden from you.

'Dramática,' Alexia mumbled under her breath, shaking her head.

'You made me this way,' You spoke with a pleased smile, sinking further into the mountain of pillows, stretching an arm above your head, 'Now you've hidden all my favourite views,'

Alexia scoffed, though the corners of her mouth betrayed her. She really couldn't argue with you, she spoiled you way too much for your own good. She truly turned you into her princess but she wouldn't have it any other way.

'Your favourite views?' She raised her eyebrows, running her fingers through her hair to try and fix it up a bit.

'Mhm,' You hummed out before dramatically letting out the longest sigh, your breath finally catching back up with you now, 'Very inconsiderate of you,'

Alexia laughed quietly, reaching for her grey sweats that had been discarded at the foot of the bed. Barely sparing a thought she tugged them into place with practiced ease. You didn't miss the faint outline of the bulge that now appeared underneath.

Your eyes lingered for longer than they should have, a warmth settling across your cheeks, the strap she'd just used on you moments earlier sat still firmly in place under her clothing. Just enough to remind you of the morning you shared.

Biting your lip before you leaned your head back fully, eyes snapping towards the ceiling. You tried to reason with yourself that Alexia was just in a semi rush to not keep whoever was at the door waiting too long for her to fiddle with the harness.

But you also know Alexia is basically a pro by now at getting it on and off her body that in the back of your mind, trying to keep that thought pushed back for now. The thought that she kept it there, under her sweats, fully aware of the effect it has on you.

A final kiss was pressed to your temple, 'I left some clothes at the end of the bed for you, princesa, come join me downstairs when your legs feel like they can work again,' She murmured, her voice melting against your ear.

The low cadence rolled over you with an effortless warmth, carrying a quiet confidence that only Alexia could hold. Heat crept up your neck, you let out a breathy laugh, pulling the blanket up to cover your face while Alexia finally managed to slip out of your shared bedroom.

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Your footsteps softly padded down the stairs but the minute you stepped off the bottom step your eyes widened when you saw the state of your apartment, 'Madre mía, Ale, what is all this?'

There were flowers everywhere, it looked like Alexia had invited all your friends over but turned them into a bouquet of flowers instead.

Alexia just shrugged, 'It's your birthday,' As if that was all the explanation needed.

The amount of flowers that littered the apartment should have been your first clue. There were way too many bouquets for one apartment, way too many for one person to know what to do with.

The almost midday sun filtered through the windows, reflecting off the sunflowers and instantly lighting up the room. Jars of carefully picked and assembled wildflowers sat across the surfaces of the living room table. The familiar scent of eucalyptus filled the air of the apartment.

'How many florists did you clear out just for our apartment to look like one?' You joked, a teasing tone laced your voice, a very amused smile on your lips while you tried to process what you were seeing.

It truly did look like Alexia had suddenly decided to change careers overnight and run a flower shop from your own house.

When your eyes narrowed and you looked like you were thinking too much about how each flower and bouquet had been carefully picked and constructed as if the florist had very specific instructions. And said instructions were listened to because it was known what kind of occasion these flowers were needed for.

Alexia was someone who never did anything half way, especially when it came to the people she loves. You especially know she loves spoiling you, anyone would say she went over the top half the time.

But she'd shrug and call you her princess, her babygirl, the love of her life, how you were deserving of everything she gave you and more. Then go on with her day and continue to spoil you and love you in every way you could possibly dream of.

There was nothing Alexia wouldn't do for you. You gave her more light in her life and a reason to smile everyday so it was more than worth it for her. But there was something slightly different about today, about all of the flowers that almost replaced all the furniture.

'Stop thinking, you are my girl and it is your birthday,' Alexia reached out, grabbing your hand and pulling you close to her, 'That's all there is,' Her hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your skin there.

You smiled, leaning into her touch and when her lips met yours you slowly started forgetting about how everything felt different and a bit too deliberate and that Alexia might be up to something more than it just being your birthday.

Instead your mind focused on how soft her lips felt against yours. They fit together as though they'd always belonged there, every kiss as familiar as it was comforting. She kissed you until your lungs demanded some air, resting her forehead against yours.

You stayed there, wrapped up in each other, lips still so close you could feel her smiling while your breaths mixed together. Your arms wrapped around her waist, enjoying the moment. Until your stomach chose the perfect moment to interrupt.

The fact it was nearly midday and you hadn't eaten anything yet, mixed with the energy you used in the early morning. It wasn't much of a surprise when a loud growl caused by your stomach echoed throughout the apartment, bouncing off the walls and filling all the spaces where the silence had settled.

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'Sit there and just look pretty, not that it's hard for you to do,' Alexia grinned, effortlessly lifting you onto the kitchen counter, one of the few places in the apartment that hadn't been claimed by flowers.

She pressed a quick kiss to your lips before disappearing to the fridge, returning with a container of fruit she'd already cut up the day before. Almost as if she'd prepared for exactly this.

'I think you're up to something,' You leaned back on your hands, watching her closely, studying her to see if she would give anything away.

Unfortunately for you, Alexia was as composed as ever on the outside. Underneath her composed surface was a completely different story. On the inside Alexia was starting to let the nerves build up, especially as the minutes passed by. But she couldn't let you suspect a thing and her years of media training was paying off in this moment.

'I think that you think too much,' She laughed, placing the fruit on the counter next to you before stepping closer towards you.

Her hand splayed almost possessively on your thigh while you parted them so she could slip between. Instinctively you hooked your leg around her waist, sitting up properly so you could be closer to her. Alexia's hand stayed firm on your thigh, fingers pressing into your soft skin just a little bit while her other hand reached for a piece of fruit.

You thought she was just grabbing a piece for herself so you reached your hand out to grab your own but instantly the hand that was on your thigh caught your wrist before it could move far, pining it against the counter, 'Ay no, you don't lift a finger today,'

A soft laugh slipped from your lips and you rolled your eyes, 'Ale it's just some fruit, I'm sure I can manage,'

'Don't be so difficult,' Alexia looked at you flatly, holding a strawberry up to your lips, 'Open princesa,' Her voice dropped when she nudged the strawberry against your lips, it dropped the same way it did whenever you were on your knees for her and she was nudging something else against your lips.

Her voice wrapped around you and suddenly you were opening your mouth and she was inching the strawberry inside. Maintaining such intense eye contact definitely wasn't helping you, so you closed your eyes trying to gain some composure and not make eating a strawberry from Alexia's fingers as sexual as you were.

Alexia had other plans, she leaned in her lips tracing along your jaw, teeth scraping against your neck. The strawberry was abandoned quickly, feeding you was forgotten about the moment you breathed out a tiny whimper and Alexia had lost her control. She couldn't help herself most days around you, but today was different.

Maybe she was fuelled by her nerves at what she has planned in a few hours or maybe it was the thought that later you might have a different title to label your relationship or maybe it was the fact it was your birthday and she always wanted to treat you well.

Definitely a mix of it all and it made you even more irresistible to Alexia, 'You're so touchy today,' You breathed out, chest arching into her touch. A hand gripping your thigh, the other had slid around your back pressing you against her body while her lips hadn't left your neck. There'd definitely be a mark there that you'd have to cover up later.

Alexia could argue that she's always quite touchy, instead she slid the hand that was on your thigh between your legs. Fingers pressing you over your shorts, your breath caught in your throat the moment they moved your shorts to the side and made contact with you properly.

'And you're always still so ready for me,' Alexia moaned against your skin when she felt how wet you were for her. Fingers teasing against your entrance before sliding up to circle your clit, keeping that same teasing rhythm, 'I can't help it. This new age looks so good on you, princesa,'

Your fingers gripped the edge of the counter, trying to lift your hips whenever her fingers dipped just inside before following the same pattern since she starting touching you, 'Alexia,' You whined out, her touch was firm but slow and definitely not enough, you wanted more.

Alexia grinned against your neck, pressing one last kiss there before leaning up over your body. Her chest pressing into you, the hand on your back keeping you from being fully pressed against the counter, 'What happened amor? You were all talk before, now where's your words gone?'

Her tone was teasing and you couldn't think, all you could do was whine and grab at her back. Alexia finally gave in, pressing a finger into you and then another. Her pace slow just how it had been and you thought you were about to lose your mind.

'Por favor,' You breathed out and she pressed in harder, fingers finding the right spots that had your back arching up into her and your heels digging into her lower back. Alexia worked her fingers at a steady pace, enough to bring you right to the edge.

She kept you there until she could feel your legs tensing around her, squeezing impossibly tight, brushing her thumb over your clit. Alexia held you there while you fell over the edge, fingers slowing, you whined when she pulled them from you.

She let you collapse against the counter, enjoying the coolness to settle some of the fire she'd ignited beneath your skin, 'You can take another, sí?' Alexia leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

It was posed as a question but you knew better, that it was more of a statement, more that she was telling you that you could take another. That you would, that she wasn't done with you just yet.

You barely had the time to process before she'd pulled you off the counter, legs shaky for the split second you had to hold up your own weight. But not long until Alexia had you front pressed down against the cool marble, her hips pressed against yours.

Feeling the hardness of the harness beneath her sweats, you pushed back against her. Alexia's hands found the edge of your shirt, swiftly pulling it up and over your head, throwing it carelessly to the side.

Your shorts were followed soon after, it didn't take long til you were completely undressed, the edge of the counter digging into the tops of your thighs. Alexia's hand rubbed over the smooth skin of your ass, her lips trailing across your newly exposed skin at the top of your shoulders.

Enjoying the feel of her lips on you and her fingers exploring your curves, you didn't notice when she had pushed down her own pants, freeing her strap. Not until she slowly teased her length through your folds, the tip of it nudging your clit with each painfully slow thrust of her hips.

Her hand guided it through you, enjoying the low moans you'd let out when she'd slide just the tip inside you, letting it sit there until you tried to push back on her, hoping more would slip inside.

But her hand pressed the middle of your back, keeping you in place, 'Alexia, please, no more teasing I don't need it,' You whined, turning your head to try to look back at her, reaching a hand back trying to grab at some part of her.

Alexia caught your wrist, pining it to the small of your back. She leaned back, watching the tip disappear inside you before pulling it out and continuing to tease you, 'Mmm maybe you don't need it but where's all my fun if I don't get to tease mi princesa?'

'I need you Alexia, please, need to feel you inside,' Alexia smiled when she heard you begging properly, she couldn't deny you.

'Sound so pretty when you beg for me,' And when you least expected it, Alexia eased herself inside you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of her length.

Her hand on your back slid up, gripping your hair while she set a pace you couldn't keep up with. The room filled with your moans, the cool marble rubbing against your nipples each time her hips pressed into you, your body jolting forward each time.

Skin against skin, Alexia created a steady, relentless rhythm. Your eyes focused on all the flowers that filled the living room in front of you, your reflection in the tv staring back at you. Lips parted, breath uneven, the way your skin was flushed and your knuckles white from trying to grip onto the counter in some way to keep you grounded.

Behind you, Alexia gripped kept your one wrist pinned to your back and her hand in your hair, using that to help her thrust deeper into you. The harness of her strap hit against your ass, rubbing against Alexia just right. She kept herself buried deep inside you, her hips snapping harder against yours. She was chasing her own pleasure as much as she was giving you yours.

Alexia let your hair go, her hand braced against the marble next to your head, her lips just below your ear, 'God look at you, princesa, you take me so well,'

Your eyes rolled back, overrun with pleasure, there were no words left in you, her eyes lifted up meeting yours in the reflection of the tv. Your chest heaved, every breath shallow and uneven and Alexia groaned, she enjoyed the sight of you like this.

Alexia let go of your rest, snaking her hand around your waist, slipping between your thighs to rub at your clit. That was all it took. Your breath caught sharply, your whole body tensing before it gave out just as quickly. You gripped Alexia's arm tightly as a broken sound of Alexia's name slipped past your lips.

But Alexia didn't let up, not yet. She moved with a rhythm that left you trembling, your body completely collapsed against the counter. Her hips moved against yours, pressing the strap deep inside you while it was rubbing against her.

Each shift of her body pressed you closer to the edge again as she found her own, until she finally tensed against you, your name falling breathlessly out of her mouth. She let herself still inside you, her body collapsing on top of yours.

Alexia pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, her hands smoothing over your hips, rubbing gently to bring you back to her, 'Such a good girl for me, amor, how'd I get so lucky,'

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'Go get ready while I make us lunch,' Alexia kissed you softly, a complete contrast to how she was with you just moments before.

She'd gently turned you around to face her, hands steady on your waist until you were more stable to hold your own weight again. Alexia helped pull your shorts back into place and you made a face when the damp fabric made contact with your skin.

With a quiet groan, you let your forehead fall against her shoulder. Alexia wrapped her arms around you, holding you close to her, letting you stay there for as long as you needed.

'We're just having lunch at home,' You mumbled, trying to reason with her, 'I'm not convinced my legs can even make it upstairs,'

You felt a laugh vibrate through her chest, 'You'll survive,' Her hands were softly rubbing against the small of your back, pressing you even more into her.

Tilting your head so you could look up at Alexia, narrowing your eyes, 'Easy for you to say,'

She just smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, letting her lips linger, 'But I bought you that dress the other day and the sun is out,' Alexia leaned back just enough to look at you properly, a softness in her eyes, 'You're going to look so beautiful in it out in the sun,'

Bringing a hand up to brush your hair back a little, Alexia remembered the other day so clearly. She'd taken you shopping after you complained about having no clothes you could possibly wear to your birthday dinner that was happening later today.

You'd complained while a mountain of clothes you had tried on laid beside her on the bed. She called you dramatic but she got to see you try on multiple cute dresses and new outfits and well Alexia really couldn't complain.

The last one you tried on, when you looked in the mirror and did a little twirl for Alexia, both of you knew that you needed to have it. That it was absolutely perfect for you, and in the back of her mind she knew it would be perfect for her birthday surprise she had planned for you.

'You're biased,' You weakly pointed a finger against her chest, lifting an eyebrow at her.

'Maybe just a little,' She smiled softly, 'Jump,' Alexia tapped your hip and you knew what she was thinking.

'Alexia, I don't think my legs could take me up the stairs and you are telling me to jump,' Your eyes widened in bewilderment at her even suggesting you to use your legs more than you need to. More than you possibly could right now, 'You could lift me without me doing any of the work,'

Alexia rolled her eyes, 'What am I going to do with you?' Her strong hands slipped beneath your thighs, gripping tightly and lifting you up with a practiced ease.

She'd done this many times before when you refuse to cooperate, mostly after a night out when it's easier to carry you then hear you complain about how your feet hurt in the heels Alexia told you not to wear for that exact reason.

But it's her fault, she enables your behaviour and if she really hated it then things would be so different. Plus Alexia didn't mind having more reasons to be able to put you back in your place every so often.

Alexia had carried you upstairs and all it took was a pout from you and she found herself taking a shower with you. You both promised to keep your hands to yourself and somehow you were mostly successful. Only sharing a few soft kisses here and there while the hot warm ran over you both, washing away the evidence of your morning.

You clung to her in the shower, Alexia should have anticipated this, you always were a bit more clingy after sex. So she let you cling to her like a little koala in the shower and she tried to wash your hair for you as best as she could with such limited movement.

Eventually you both parted ways, you had a towel wrapped around your body while you sat at your vanity carefully picking out what make up you wanted to use. Picking out the right shade of blush and eyeshadow that would contrast perfectly against your dress.

Alexia had disappeared downstairs, not before throwing on some random clothes she found quickly in her dresser. Completely mismatched clothing but she was focused on getting downstairs and back on track while you were preoccupied. She rushed around downstairs and you could hear movement down there but you didn't emerge from your bedroom until you were completely ready.

She knew you well and knew exactly how long you would take to get ready, having planned everything perfectly. And when you did emerge downstairs, still fastening an earring, the apartment was now strangely quiet.

'Ale?' You called out, but no answer.

Your face scrunched in confusion when you saw half the flowers had left your apartment and now instead a pathway made of petals scattered across the floor from the bottom of the stairs to the door leading out to the balcony.

The door to the balcony was slightly open, just enough for you to slip through, but the windows were blocked out. Alexia wasn't risking you seeing anything not until you were stepping out onto the balcony.

Making your way to the balcony door, your lips parted in surprise. The balcony looked nothing like it had an hour ago. Your eyes scanned over everything. Over all the little details and how carefully placed everything was.

The linen tablecloth that now covered your outdoor table, danced gently in the warm Barcelona breeze. There were some small candles that sat unlit on top next to two wine glasses beside two perfectly plated bowls of your favourite pasta beside the fruit you'd attempted to eat earlier and some fresh bread.

You noticed the bowls the pasta sat in, you and Alexia had made them on a pottery date. Yours had little pink bows around the outside and Alexia's was blaugrana stripes with both your initials beside a little heart.

Alexia always remembered how you claimed they were now your very special bowls and could only be used on special occasions. Expect maybe you stretched what considered a special occasion and ice cream while cuddling on your couch watching movies in the off season also counted as a special occasion.

The flowers that had been inside were now delicately placed around your balcony, some fairy lights hung across the top, you could see the slight flicker to them despite the sun blazing down against your balcony.

At the end of the balcony, framed by your favourite flowers in an arch, Alexia stood there. You had no idea when she got dressed into the dress she was wearing, not remembering her coming back up the stairs at all.

But Alexia was always a few steps ahead of you, she'd prepared what she would need to get ready into one of your guest rooms downstairs. She managed to cook an entire meal, set up the balcony and get dressed, looking so stunningly flawless in the same amount of time it took you to just do your make up.

Alexia's fingers played with the edge of the black lace that sat against her thighs, 'Why do you look nervous?'

She laughed out once through her nose, 'I wasn't until you asked me that,' Both of you knew that was a lie. As composed as Alexia could be sometimes, she still had some obvious tells and her fidgeting was a big one.

You stepped outside, slowly making your way towards your girlfriend while still looking at everything, 'Amor, it's so beautiful,' You were genuinely almost lost for words, you couldn't describe how your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest at the sight of her, 'You are so beautiful,'

Alexia pouted, 'You stole my line,' You laughed and kissed her pout once you were close enough. Alexia smiled against your lips, grabbing your hand gently, her fingers lacing with yours, 'I want your birthday to be special,'

'As long as I'm with you, it always is,' You whispered against her lips before Alexia reluctantly pulled away.

She took half a step back but didn't drop your hand, 'You know,' She started, her voice suddenly soft and a little shy. Lifting your hand so she could press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, then pressing your hand against her cheek to ground herself before she continued.

'I've spent so many years playing football matches, planing every little thing out in my head before it even happens. I've played finals in front of ninety thousand people, accepted individual awards…' She dropped both your hands down in front of you, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. She took a deep breath, slightly shaky, 'But I've never been this scared,'

Alexia's soft gaze took you in, standing in front of her, the sunlight reflecting golden flecks in your eyes and she'd never been more sure that you are the one she wants to spend more summers with. The one she wants to have late night talks out on the balcony when the only light illuminating your faces is that of the moon hanging in the sky above you.

You were the one Alexia wanted to spend more days with, days that could never be boring even if you just laid together on the couch all day doing nothing. She wanted those days of nothing if they were with you.

'Alexia…' Your smile softened the longer you held her gaze. Admiration filled your eyes and it made your cheeks feel impossibly warm.

It was one thing feeling small under her gaze whenever her eyes raked over your body in various states of undress. But it was a completely other thing when she looked at you like you were the only thing worth remembering in this world.

'Nothing else mattered if it went wrong, there would always be another season and another chance. But if this goes wrong…' She whispered and then silence settled between you.

'Oh Ale,' Your free hand cupped her cheek, she leaned into it closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, 'It won't,'

'You don't know what I'm about to say,' Her voice was incredibly small and your heart squeezed at how vulnerable Alexia sounded. It wasn't often this Alexia made an appearance but you were one of the only ones who got her extremely vulnerable state. The one she trusted enough with her like this.

She could take you apart like she did just earlier today, but when she looked so small standing there in front of you, you helped hold her together in moments like this, 'I might have an idea,'

Alexia laughed softly, shaking her head, 'You make it impossible to surprise you,'

'Not fair, I've been surprised all day,' You protested, 'Especially when our apartment looked like you'd changed careers overnight,'

You smiled at each other, the laughter dying down into something softer. Alexia inhaled slowly, dropping your hand and reaching over towards the table. Your eyes followed her as she picked up a small ring box that had been sitting next to her bowl of pasta.

Your lips pressed together, how did you miss that? You were so caught up on the bowls she was using that you missed the most obvious placement of the ring box she could have put it.

Her fingers traced over the soft velvet that outlined the box, twisting it in her hands. Stepping towards you again but keeping a little distance so she had enough room. Slowly Alexia got down onto one knee.

Though you are slightly embarrassed to admit that your first thought went to worrying about her knees. Especially after the season she just had, finally reaching her new peak once again. But that thought left your head as quickly as it entered and instead your hand flew over your mouth.

'I know birthdays are supposed to be about celebrating the year that's passed,' Alexia's voice shook despite every attempt to steady it, 'But every birthday I spend with you makes me think about all the years that I still want,'

Your eyes filled before she even had a chance to open the box, holding the ring up towards you. It sparkled in the light, mesmerising, 'I don't care where football takes us, whether it's here in Barcelona, or London or if we are suddenly eighty years old arguing over who could still score past the other,' You let out a little laugh, your tears of happiness already wetting your cheeks before Alexia has even asked the question.

You were trying to control your breathing while Alexia still talked, 'I just,' Her own eyes glistening, almost matching yours, 'I just want every birthday with you, every terrible day, every ordinary Tuesday…I want every day with you…forever,'

Alexia looked up at you properly meeting your eyes, she had such a hopeful look in them, 'Will you marry me?'

You stared at Alexia for approximately half a second before blurting out a yes. So fast it caught you both off guard and made you both laugh a little.

'Wow, so fast, so eager,' Alexia's smile turned into something a little smug, both of you laughing though glistening eyes.

'Well did you want me to think about it?' The truth is you have been thinking about this moment maybe just as long as Alexia had.

You thought about it whenever she fell asleep with her head against your chest after a long day. You thought about it whenever you saw how sweet she was with kids and you had been preparing a future in your head for so long now. A future that Alexia was very much present in for you.

'No,' Alexia scratched the back of her neck, a sly smile on her lips.

'Good because absolutely yes,' The moment that word left your lips again, neither of you remembered how to breathe.

Alexia barely had the time to slide the ring onto your finger before you were falling into her, your arms wrapping tightly around her neck as she caught you effortlessly. The force of it knocked the two of you sideways, laughing through the tears as you collapsed onto the balcony floor in a tangle of limbs.

Alexia cupped your face with trembling hands, searching your eyes for something she wasn't even sure what she was looking for she just needed a moment to ground herself before pressing her lips against yours.

It wasn't rushed or desperate but instead full of relief, and of every silent hope she'd being carrying for months while planning the proposal.

Your tears hadn't quite stopped, Alexia's had started falling the minute she saw the ring sitting on your finger. Leaving the faint taste of salt on your lips each time you smiled into yet another kiss. Every time you pulled apart, it was only far enough to look at each other before being drawn back together again.

And when you finally pulled apart, resting your forehead against hers. You brushed a tear away from beneath her eye with your thumb, only for another to escape moments later. Alexia mirrored the gesture, cradling your face like she was afraid this moment would disappear if she let go.

Around you, the flowers swayed gently in the warm afternoon breeze the table she'd so carefully prepared had been forgotten about for the time being. Lunch could wait.

In this moment, nothing existed beyond you and Alexia being wrapped up together on the balcony. Nothing mattered beyond the sunlight warming your skin and the woman beneath you who kept looking at you like she'd just been handed the entire world.

'My fiancée,' Alexia murmured, the word making her smile widen so much she thought her face would split in two.

Your own smile was no better, you couldn't stop grinning your cheeks hurt, 'Say it again,' Your face was so incredibly close to hers she could feel your words against her lips.

Alexia whispered slightly softer this time, 'My fiancée,'

You kissed her before she could say anything else, smiling so hard, both you still tasting the mix of tears and happiness as the reality of this afternoon slowly settled around you. Neither of you hurried to move, quite content to let forever begin exactly where you are.

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HAPPT BIRTHDAY BABE mwah mwah mwah

(Also stunning fic loll)

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Hello my lovelies. So it’s official, Misa is a Gunner. I am so, so, excited. ?(ask @arsenalfan-98 or @lyak12 to confirm loll). Anyways, I’ve had a few askes about a Long Distance fic about Vida’s reaction to Misa signing. And here it is. Big shout out to @lyak12 for the plot line etc and my own reaction for the inspo loll. I hope you enjoy.

Even Happier Than That

Misa Rodríquez x Reader

Description: you find out who Misa is signing for.

Long Distance Masterlist

The weather was perfect - warm sunshine gently heating your skin, a cool sea breeze ensuring you never got too hot. The kind of weather that felt almost tailor-made for doing absolutely nothing. Not too hot to make you seek shade every five minutes, not too cool to make you reach for a towel. Just warm enough that every gentle gust rolling in from the sea felt wanted rather than chilly, carrying the faint scent of saltwater and sunscreen with it. Somewhere beyond the villa walls, waves lazily lapped against the shoreline, their steady rhythm blending with the distant chatter of beachgoers and the occasional cry of seagulls overhead.

The day had been perfect too. In fact, the whole week had. The final few days of summer sunshine where you legitimately had nothing you should have been doing instead. No training sessions. No media appearances. No emails demanding your attention. No frantic packing for another flight. Just uninterrupted time. Together.

Drinks and food had been brought over by your deliciously sexy fiancée whenever you so much as hinted you were wanting something, always accompanied by a teasing smile or a kiss to your forehead. Misa's rough yet soft hands had carefully rubbed suncream into every inch of your skin, pretending to be thorough but lingering just enough to make you laugh. Between long afternoons stretched out by the pool, lazy swims in the sea, naps tangled together beneath the air conditioning, and catching the perfect suntan, life had settled into a blissfully slow rhythm. There had been even more fantastic sex, stolen kisses in the kitchen, and countless moments where the two of you had simply existed together in comfortable silence.

Everything was just perfect.

You were lounging on the sun bed, sunglasses pulled low over your eyes as you lazily worked your way through the random book you'd picked up at the airport after deciding solely based on the cover that it looked vaguely interesting. It wasn't exactly groundbreaking literature, but it was entertaining enough to keep your attention between the occasional sip of your drink and the inevitable distractions of watching the sunlight dance across the water.

Misa had disappeared inside some time ago, mumbling something about needing to get something done before you started figuring out what to have for tea. You'd only been half listening, far more interested in tilting your head back to steal a quick kiss as she wandered past than whatever chore she'd suddenly remembered. She'd smiled against your lips, brushed her thumb over your cheek, and disappeared into the villa, leaving you to sink back into your lounger and become engrossed in the story once again.

You were just getting to the part where the brave female protagonist realised the morally gray dude she was falling in love with was actually really weird (who would have seen that coming) when Misa returned. She didn't say anything at first. Instead, she simply rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently until you looked up over the top of your book. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Subir,” Move up

You shuffled forwards without question, lifting your legs slightly as she climbed onto the lounger behind you. Once she'd settled herself, she wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you back until your shoulders rested against her chest. You melted into her automatically, smiling as she pressed a kiss into your hair.

"Comfortable?" you asked.

"Mhm."

"You've stolen half the sunbed."

"I paid for half the holiday."

"You did." You sighed dramatically.

"So it's only fair." She continued.

"I suppose I'll allow it."

She laughed quietly, the sound rumbling against your back. "What's happening in the book, mi vida?" she asked.

"Oh." You slipped your thumb between the pages, letting the book close a little. "The main gal's bestie is telling the main gal the main love interest is a creep."

Misa snorted. "Already?"

"I know. He's spent the whole book saying things that made me go, 'Girl ... run.'" You shook your head dramatically. "Turns out the mysterious morally grey man wasn't misunderstood. He's just ... weird." You both laughed. "See, this is why you shouldn't date men. Women are just ..." You gestured vaguely with the book. "Better."

"Mmm," Misa hummed, squeezing your waist gently before kissing your cheek. "You're certainly better."

You turned your head just enough to grin at her. "Why, baby, I think that is the most loveliest comment you have ever made to me."

"I've said I love you, many, many times. I’ve asked you to marry me."

"Yeah, but now you've confirmed I'm better than a man."

"I have."

"I've peaked."

"You didn’t peak after winning back to back Euros and becoming only a handful of players to win the Champion’s League and a major national title in the same year?"

You gasped dramatically. "No, I didn’t. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me."

She laughed again, burying her face against the side of your neck. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me," she corrected, smiling into your skin.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence again. The breeze drifted across the terrace, gently rustling the pages of your book. Somewhere inside the villa a washing machine beeped, immediately followed by Misa groaning under her breath.

"I forgot I'd put that on."

"You'll survive."

"I know."

Neither of you moved. After another minute, Misa's fingers stopped tracing absent-minded circles against your stomach.

"Is it an appropriate time in your story to stop for a minute?" she asked quietly. You looked over your shoulder. "For like... five minutes?" Her voice sounded different. Still soft. Still warm. But there was something underneath it. Something nervous. You frowned slightly before closing the book altogether.

"Of course." You slid the receipt you'd been using as a bookmark between the pages before setting the book beside the lounger.

"What is it?"

"I have something for you."

Misa shifted awkwardly before leaning over the side of the sunbed. A moment later she pulled out a red box you'd somehow completely failed to notice was hidden underneath.

It was sleek, glossy, and unmistakably expensive.

Your eyebrows lifted. You almost recognised it. The colour was distinctive. Rich, deep, glossy red made of leather that just screamed expensive. You knew you'd seen boxes like that before. You just couldn't remember where.

"María," you cooed, running your finger along the edge. "You didn't need to get me anything."

She smiled, but it looked forced. "I know."

"You already paid for this holiday."

"I know."

"You've literally waited on me hand and foot all week."

"I know."

"So what are you doing?"

She didn't answer straight away. Instead, she stared at the box resting between you, chewing thoughtfully on the inside of her cheek.

You tried to catch her eye, but she studiously avoided your gaze. That wasn't like her. Misa was rarely nervous. Big Champions League nights? Calm. Penalties? Calm. Meeting your parents for the first time? Somehow calm. Whatever was inside that box had her more anxious than ninety thousand people watching her take a penalty.

You slowly sat up, tucking your legs beneath you as she shifted to face you properly.

"Well..." She took a slow breath. "It's not for you entirely." You tilted your head. "It's for me, kind of."

"... Okay."

"But also you."

"That has somehow explained less."

A tiny laugh escaped her. "I know."

She rubbed her palms together once before finally looking at you. "He decidido dónde jugaré la próxima temporada." I have decided where I'm playing next season.

Everything inside you stopped. The holiday disappeared. The sunshine disappeared. Even the sound of the sea seemed to fade into the background. For the first time all week, reality came crashing back.

You'd spent months pretending not to think about it. Pretending every conversation about contracts and transfer windows didn't make your stomach knot itself into impossible shapes. You'd refused to let yourself imagine living together because hoping made the alternative hurt even more. Maybe she'd stay in Spain. Maybe she'd go to America. Maybe she'd end up somewhere completely different. You'd told yourself a hundred times that wherever she signed, you'd make it work. You always did.

"And?" you asked carefully, barely trusting your own voice.

Misa slid the box into your lap. "Open it, mi vida."

Your fingers trembled as you lifted the lid. Inside, layers of crisp white tissue paper completely hid whatever was underneath.

“Before I open the jersey, I want to say two things. Well, three actually, but still.” You paused, looking down at the box in your lap before reaching out and taking her hand in both of yours. Misa immediately softened, her fingers curling around yours instinctively. “Firstly, I don’t care where you’ve signed. Honestly and truly.” You squeezed her hand gently. “Another Spanish club, an NWSL team, Mexico, somewhere completely random that means I have to learn a whole new language. We’ll make it work.”

Misa smiled, but you could see the emotion flickering behind her eyes. Because she knew you meant it. You’d spent months telling her that. Every time the conversation came up, every time someone asked where she was going next, every time the uncertainty became too much, you’d reminded her that the two of you had never been about convenience. You’d done airports. You’d done missed calls. You’d done waking up in different countries and counting down the days until you could be together again. A location had never changed how much you loved her.

“And secondly,” you continued, your voice getting softer, “although this probably should’ve been firstly, I love you. Te amo.” Misa’s smile grew. “I’m so proud of you for leaving Madrid and taking this step. I know how much it means. I know how scary it is.” You brushed your thumb across the back of her hand. “You are so, so brave, baby. Braver than I could ever be.”

That was enough to break whatever composure Misa had been desperately trying to hold onto. She laughed softly, shaking her head.

“You’re impossible.”

“I’m being romantic.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Romantic drama.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It is now.”

Misa rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she pulled you towards her. Her hand cupped the back of your neck, and she kissed you deeply, the kind of kiss that made everything else disappear. The nerves. The uncertainty. The months of wondering. All of it disappeared. When you finally pulled away, both of you were smiling.

“The third thing?” she prompted.

You took a second, pretending to think.

“I said I didn’t care about where you signed, but that’s not entirely true.”

Misa raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“If you’ve signed for Chelsea then I’m sorry, but it’s over.”

The laugh that escaped her was immediate. Bright and bubbly and completely her. She threw her head back, shaking it at you.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“What? I have standards.”

“You support and play for Arsenal. You’re English. 60 years of hurt and all that.”

“Exactly. I have suffered enough.” She laughed harder, and you couldn’t help but grin because you’d missed that sound. You’d missed making her laugh like this. “I won’t marry a Chelsea player. I cannot.”

“No es el Chelsea, mi vida.” It’s not Chelsea.

“Okay, good.”

Misa looked at you fondly. “You’re very dramatic.”

“You love me.”

“I do.”

“Exactly.”

She shook her head, still smiling. “¿Lista?” Ready?

Despite everything, despite the fact you were almost certain you already knew what was coming, your heart started beating faster. You took a deep breath. “Yup.”

Slowly, you pulled away the tissue paper. For a second, you didn’t understand what you were looking at. A familiar grey fabric stared back at you. You blinked. Once. Twice.

Then the sunlight caught the badge, and the familiar cannon seemed to twinkle. Your entire body froze.

“You’ve…” The word barely came out. You lifted your head, tears already stinging at your eyes. Misa was watching you carefully, her own eyes shining.

“You’re looking at the new Arsenal number sixteen,” she said, laughing slightly through her emotions.

You stared at her. Then at the jersey. Then back at her.

“You’re signing with Arsenal?” Your voice cracked. “Like actually?” You picked the jersey up carefully, fingers running over the material as if touching it would somehow make it disappear. “Like, you’re moving to North London?”

Misa smiled. “I thought I’d be moving in with you.”

The teasing tone broke through the emotion just enough to make you laugh. “You’re not fucking with me?” You pushed yourself onto your knees, still clutching the shirt.

“No, mi vida.”

“Genuinely.”

“Honestly.”

She reached forward, taking your hand again. “I spoke with Renée last week. Everything’s agreed. I’m signing on Monday when we get back.” Her smile grew. “It’s being announced on my birthday.”

For a second, you just stared. Your brain was still trying to catch up. The person you loved. The person you’d spent so much time missing. The person who had always felt close but somehow always too far away. Was going to be there. Actually there.

“You’re joining Arsenal!” The scream left your mouth before you could stop it. You jumped up, the jersey still in your hands as the excitement finally took over. “Like actually! You’re going to be at Colney with me. We get to live together. We get to do game days together. I get to actually see you every single day.”

You were barely making sense anymore. You didn’t care. You were too happy. Misa just laughed, watching as you immediately pulled the shirt over your head.

“If this was all I needed to do to get you to wear a club shirt of mine, I would’ve signed for Arsenal years ago.”

You looked down at the jersey, then back at her.

“You’d never catch me dead in a Madrid shirt.”

Misa gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?”

“‘Cos Madrid are shit.”

“Wow.”

“And I can say that now because you’re an Arsenal player.”

You launched yourself back at her, laughing as you covered her face in kisses. Misa tried to protest, but she was laughing too much.

“I take it you’re happy then?” she asked.

You pulled back just enough to look at her. “Happy?” You shook your head. “Try ecstatic.” You looked around, at the villa, the sunshine, the jersey, her. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”

Misa smiled softly. “Even happier than the day I asked you to marry me?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Even happier than that.”

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So cute!! I loved it!!

I completely get reader, I'm even more obssesed with Misa now

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Welcome welcome to the Misa fan club ahahahaha we’re glad to have u mwah mwah mwah xxx

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Hello my lovelies. So it’s official, Misa is a Gunner. I am so, so, excited. ?(ask @arsenalfan-98 or @lyak12 to confirm loll). Anyways, I’ve had a few askes about a Long Distance fic about Vida’s reaction to Misa signing. And here it is. Big shout out to @lyak12 for the plot line etc and my own reaction for the inspo loll. I hope you enjoy.

Even Happier Than That

Misa Rodríquez x Reader

Description: you find out who Misa is signing for.

Long Distance Masterlist

The weather was perfect - warm sunshine gently heating your skin, a cool sea breeze ensuring you never got too hot. The kind of weather that felt almost tailor-made for doing absolutely nothing. Not too hot to make you seek shade every five minutes, not too cool to make you reach for a towel. Just warm enough that every gentle gust rolling in from the sea felt wanted rather than chilly, carrying the faint scent of saltwater and sunscreen with it. Somewhere beyond the villa walls, waves lazily lapped against the shoreline, their steady rhythm blending with the distant chatter of beachgoers and the occasional cry of seagulls overhead.

The day had been perfect too. In fact, the whole week had. The final few days of summer sunshine where you legitimately had nothing you should have been doing instead. No training sessions. No media appearances. No emails demanding your attention. No frantic packing for another flight. Just uninterrupted time. Together.

Drinks and food had been brought over by your deliciously sexy fiancée whenever you so much as hinted you were wanting something, always accompanied by a teasing smile or a kiss to your forehead. Misa's rough yet soft hands had carefully rubbed suncream into every inch of your skin, pretending to be thorough but lingering just enough to make you laugh. Between long afternoons stretched out by the pool, lazy swims in the sea, naps tangled together beneath the air conditioning, and catching the perfect suntan, life had settled into a blissfully slow rhythm. There had been even more fantastic sex, stolen kisses in the kitchen, and countless moments where the two of you had simply existed together in comfortable silence.

Everything was just perfect.

You were lounging on the sun bed, sunglasses pulled low over your eyes as you lazily worked your way through the random book you'd picked up at the airport after deciding solely based on the cover that it looked vaguely interesting. It wasn't exactly groundbreaking literature, but it was entertaining enough to keep your attention between the occasional sip of your drink and the inevitable distractions of watching the sunlight dance across the water.

Misa had disappeared inside some time ago, mumbling something about needing to get something done before you started figuring out what to have for tea. You'd only been half listening, far more interested in tilting your head back to steal a quick kiss as she wandered past than whatever chore she'd suddenly remembered. She'd smiled against your lips, brushed her thumb over your cheek, and disappeared into the villa, leaving you to sink back into your lounger and become engrossed in the story once again.

You were just getting to the part where the brave female protagonist realised the morally gray dude she was falling in love with was actually really weird (who would have seen that coming) when Misa returned. She didn't say anything at first. Instead, she simply rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently until you looked up over the top of your book. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Subir,” Move up

You shuffled forwards without question, lifting your legs slightly as she climbed onto the lounger behind you. Once she'd settled herself, she wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you back until your shoulders rested against her chest. You melted into her automatically, smiling as she pressed a kiss into your hair.

"Comfortable?" you asked.

"Mhm."

"You've stolen half the sunbed."

"I paid for half the holiday."

"You did." You sighed dramatically.

"So it's only fair." She continued.

"I suppose I'll allow it."

She laughed quietly, the sound rumbling against your back. "What's happening in the book, mi vida?" she asked.

"Oh." You slipped your thumb between the pages, letting the book close a little. "The main gal's bestie is telling the main gal the main love interest is a creep."

Misa snorted. "Already?"

"I know. He's spent the whole book saying things that made me go, 'Girl ... run.'" You shook your head dramatically. "Turns out the mysterious morally grey man wasn't misunderstood. He's just ... weird." You both laughed. "See, this is why you shouldn't date men. Women are just ..." You gestured vaguely with the book. "Better."

"Mmm," Misa hummed, squeezing your waist gently before kissing your cheek. "You're certainly better."

You turned your head just enough to grin at her. "Why, baby, I think that is the most loveliest comment you have ever made to me."

"I've said I love you, many, many times. I’ve asked you to marry me."

"Yeah, but now you've confirmed I'm better than a man."

"I have."

"I've peaked."

"You didn’t peak after winning back to back Euros and becoming only a handful of players to win the Champion’s League and a major national title in the same year?"

You gasped dramatically. "No, I didn’t. This is the best thing that has ever happened to me."

She laughed again, burying her face against the side of your neck. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me," she corrected, smiling into your skin.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence again. The breeze drifted across the terrace, gently rustling the pages of your book. Somewhere inside the villa a washing machine beeped, immediately followed by Misa groaning under her breath.

"I forgot I'd put that on."

"You'll survive."

"I know."

Neither of you moved. After another minute, Misa's fingers stopped tracing absent-minded circles against your stomach.

"Is it an appropriate time in your story to stop for a minute?" she asked quietly. You looked over your shoulder. "For like... five minutes?" Her voice sounded different. Still soft. Still warm. But there was something underneath it. Something nervous. You frowned slightly before closing the book altogether.

"Of course." You slid the receipt you'd been using as a bookmark between the pages before setting the book beside the lounger.

"What is it?"

"I have something for you."

Misa shifted awkwardly before leaning over the side of the sunbed. A moment later she pulled out a red box you'd somehow completely failed to notice was hidden underneath.

It was sleek, glossy, and unmistakably expensive.

Your eyebrows lifted. You almost recognised it. The colour was distinctive. Rich, deep, glossy red made of leather that just screamed expensive. You knew you'd seen boxes like that before. You just couldn't remember where.

"María," you cooed, running your finger along the edge. "You didn't need to get me anything."

She smiled, but it looked forced. "I know."

"You already paid for this holiday."

"I know."

"You've literally waited on me hand and foot all week."

"I know."

"So what are you doing?"

She didn't answer straight away. Instead, she stared at the box resting between you, chewing thoughtfully on the inside of her cheek.

You tried to catch her eye, but she studiously avoided your gaze. That wasn't like her. Misa was rarely nervous. Big Champions League nights? Calm. Penalties? Calm. Meeting your parents for the first time? Somehow calm. Whatever was inside that box had her more anxious than ninety thousand people watching her take a penalty.

You slowly sat up, tucking your legs beneath you as she shifted to face you properly.

"Well..." She took a slow breath. "It's not for you entirely." You tilted your head. "It's for me, kind of."

"... Okay."

"But also you."

"That has somehow explained less."

A tiny laugh escaped her. "I know."

She rubbed her palms together once before finally looking at you. "He decidido dónde jugaré la próxima temporada." I have decided where I'm playing next season.

Everything inside you stopped. The holiday disappeared. The sunshine disappeared. Even the sound of the sea seemed to fade into the background. For the first time all week, reality came crashing back.

You'd spent months pretending not to think about it. Pretending every conversation about contracts and transfer windows didn't make your stomach knot itself into impossible shapes. You'd refused to let yourself imagine living together because hoping made the alternative hurt even more. Maybe she'd stay in Spain. Maybe she'd go to America. Maybe she'd end up somewhere completely different. You'd told yourself a hundred times that wherever she signed, you'd make it work. You always did.

"And?" you asked carefully, barely trusting your own voice.

Misa slid the box into your lap. "Open it, mi vida."

Your fingers trembled as you lifted the lid. Inside, layers of crisp white tissue paper completely hid whatever was underneath.

“Before I open the jersey, I want to say two things. Well, three actually, but still.” You paused, looking down at the box in your lap before reaching out and taking her hand in both of yours. Misa immediately softened, her fingers curling around yours instinctively. “Firstly, I don’t care where you’ve signed. Honestly and truly.” You squeezed her hand gently. “Another Spanish club, an NWSL team, Mexico, somewhere completely random that means I have to learn a whole new language. We’ll make it work.”

Misa smiled, but you could see the emotion flickering behind her eyes. Because she knew you meant it. You’d spent months telling her that. Every time the conversation came up, every time someone asked where she was going next, every time the uncertainty became too much, you’d reminded her that the two of you had never been about convenience. You’d done airports. You’d done missed calls. You’d done waking up in different countries and counting down the days until you could be together again. A location had never changed how much you loved her.

“And secondly,” you continued, your voice getting softer, “although this probably should’ve been firstly, I love you. Te amo.” Misa’s smile grew. “I’m so proud of you for leaving Madrid and taking this step. I know how much it means. I know how scary it is.” You brushed your thumb across the back of her hand. “You are so, so brave, baby. Braver than I could ever be.”

That was enough to break whatever composure Misa had been desperately trying to hold onto. She laughed softly, shaking her head.

“You’re impossible.”

“I’m being romantic.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“Romantic drama.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It is now.”

Misa rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she pulled you towards her. Her hand cupped the back of your neck, and she kissed you deeply, the kind of kiss that made everything else disappear. The nerves. The uncertainty. The months of wondering. All of it disappeared. When you finally pulled away, both of you were smiling.

“The third thing?” she prompted.

You took a second, pretending to think.

“I said I didn’t care about where you signed, but that’s not entirely true.”

Misa raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“If you’ve signed for Chelsea then I’m sorry, but it’s over.”

The laugh that escaped her was immediate. Bright and bubbly and completely her. She threw her head back, shaking it at you.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“What? I have standards.”

“You support and play for Arsenal. You’re English. 60 years of hurt and all that.”

“Exactly. I have suffered enough.” She laughed harder, and you couldn’t help but grin because you’d missed that sound. You’d missed making her laugh like this. “I won’t marry a Chelsea player. I cannot.”

“No es el Chelsea, mi vida.” It’s not Chelsea.

“Okay, good.”

Misa looked at you fondly. “You’re very dramatic.”

“You love me.”

“I do.”

“Exactly.”

She shook her head, still smiling. “¿Lista?” Ready?

Despite everything, despite the fact you were almost certain you already knew what was coming, your heart started beating faster. You took a deep breath. “Yup.”

Slowly, you pulled away the tissue paper. For a second, you didn’t understand what you were looking at. A familiar grey fabric stared back at you. You blinked. Once. Twice.

Then the sunlight caught the badge, and the familiar cannon seemed to twinkle. Your entire body froze.

“You’ve…” The word barely came out. You lifted your head, tears already stinging at your eyes. Misa was watching you carefully, her own eyes shining.

“You’re looking at the new Arsenal number sixteen,” she said, laughing slightly through her emotions.

You stared at her. Then at the jersey. Then back at her.

“You’re signing with Arsenal?” Your voice cracked. “Like actually?” You picked the jersey up carefully, fingers running over the material as if touching it would somehow make it disappear. “Like, you’re moving to North London?”

Misa smiled. “I thought I’d be moving in with you.”

The teasing tone broke through the emotion just enough to make you laugh. “You’re not fucking with me?” You pushed yourself onto your knees, still clutching the shirt.

“No, mi vida.”

“Genuinely.”

“Honestly.”

She reached forward, taking your hand again. “I spoke with Renée last week. Everything’s agreed. I’m signing on Monday when we get back.” Her smile grew. “It’s being announced on my birthday.”

For a second, you just stared. Your brain was still trying to catch up. The person you loved. The person you’d spent so much time missing. The person who had always felt close but somehow always too far away. Was going to be there. Actually there.

“You’re joining Arsenal!” The scream left your mouth before you could stop it. You jumped up, the jersey still in your hands as the excitement finally took over. “Like actually! You’re going to be at Colney with me. We get to live together. We get to do game days together. I get to actually see you every single day.”

You were barely making sense anymore. You didn’t care. You were too happy. Misa just laughed, watching as you immediately pulled the shirt over your head.

“If this was all I needed to do to get you to wear a club shirt of mine, I would’ve signed for Arsenal years ago.”

You looked down at the jersey, then back at her.

“You’d never catch me dead in a Madrid shirt.”

Misa gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?”

“‘Cos Madrid are shit.”

“Wow.”

“And I can say that now because you’re an Arsenal player.”

You launched yourself back at her, laughing as you covered her face in kisses. Misa tried to protest, but she was laughing too much.

“I take it you’re happy then?” she asked.

You pulled back just enough to look at her. “Happy?” You shook your head. “Try ecstatic.” You looked around, at the villa, the sunshine, the jersey, her. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy.”

Misa smiled softly. “Even happier than the day I asked you to marry me?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Even happier than that.”

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I can't wait for the next long distance update, I'm so excited!!

I go on holiday on Saturday for 2 weeks so I’m not sure how much writing I’ll be able to do but I’m hoping to get even a small thing out soon ish

I have an idea that may or may not be based on my reaction loll

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Update: it comes out tonight 9pm UK time hehe

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I can't wait for the next long distance update, I'm so excited!!

I go on holiday on Saturday for 2 weeks so I’m not sure how much writing I’ll be able to do but I’m hoping to get even a small thing out soon ish

I have an idea that may or may not be based on my reaction loll

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The scream I let out when Misa announced she signed for Arsenal

I would be embarrassed except I don’t care

Also @womenwoso thanks for thinking of me ahahahaha

And @arsenalfan-98 I think my reaction was fairly calm right?

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dose amor have any tattoos ?

Ooooo so she defo has some but I’m thinking small and dainty ones rather than all out sleeves

1 1 1 1 (the first 11 are blue and red; the 2nd are red and yellow) - it’s on her ribs and is covered by most (if not all) bras so hardly anyone knows she has it; it’s for Alexia although no one knows that (Mapí suspects cos she did the tattoo but she isn’t saying anything to anyone apart from Ingrid)

She’s got one for each club she’s played for - she played for Wolfsburg before Barça so she has a small green wolf single line drawing on her left tricep; she also has one for Arsenal (the team she was at before Wolfsburg), she got a red cannon in the same style (fine line continuous drawing) on her right tricep; when she was at Arsenal she went on loan to Everton for six months so she has the flowers that’s on the badge in blue on her right ankle; she also has a rose for her grassroots/academy team on her left ankle in the club colours

She hasn’t figured out what she’s going to get for Barça yet or where - she’s leaning towards the ball that’s on the logo or maybe “més que un club” but all she knows is that it’s going to be in Blaugrana colours; for location it’s probably going to be the inside of her forearm

She also is considering getting a sternum tattoo because she thinks they’re so pretty but she’s not sure on what (maybe some kind of vine/leaf/flower situation) - she’s tempted to ask Mapí to design it and Ingrid to have input as well because outside of Alexia, they’re her best friends and she wants to honour them in some way too

Alexia has tattoos for Amor as well:

She’s got the 66 on her hip bone but she also has Beautiful Girl written in Amor’s handwriting on the inside of her wrist and it’s becomes her goal celebration to kiss it (even though 9/10 times Alexia scores, Amor is on the pitch too) - Amor cried when Alexia came home with it to surprise her after she went away to the World Cup

Please send me your questions/ideas that you have about Amor I’d love to see what you think about her

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I added Alexia’s tattoos too